Poetry

Broken Trust.

i trusted you.

i let you come into my room,
take things from me,
deceive me into thinking that was the way friends acted with each other.

i let you steal my first kiss,
i let you see my body,
i let you touch me,
all of it for your own pleasure.

you were my first real friend,
my comfort person,
so why did you do this to me?

i never thought it was wrong,
until my mother caught you one day.
and even then,
she kept letting you over.

she made me go to your birthday once you moved,
reminded me that you were doing great,
talked about your family,
reminded me of what you repeatedly did to me.

yet, she never stopped it before.
she allowed you to continue, all because it was behind closed doors.

i will never trust someone the same again.