Trust

Do it too much and others hurt you

Do it not enough and you hurt yourself

Too late for me, those words echo through my thoughts.

I remember feeling pulled and pushed: wanting him, yet not wanting him.

Listening to his words that sounded soothing, yet some how off.

Hearing what I wanted to hear and ignoring all else.

Trusting my fate to him and his sweet sounding voice that was not really.

Now all has been exposed before me and I am alone.

Wondering can I ever trust someone and not get hurt.

Not sure if I can.

What's the use of hoping.

Sigh.

Good-bye.  

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