I give him everything,
But he given back nothing.
I trust him the way I trust myself,
But he only trust himself.
I let him know all of me,
For I thought confidentiality is in his vocabulary.
I was wrong and it leads to my defeat,
But unto him, I never suspect.
I brought him to my successions,
But he give me too much obsession.
I never expect that he will betray me,
But he did it already.
I never think that he's a back-fighter,
Or even an oppurtunity-grasper.
I thought that he's a person with a word,
But yet he can't accept debt of gratitude.
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Modern Poet's Masterpieces
PoesíaMost of my right-ups were originally made by me a few years ago, as I start writing 8 years ago (2006). But it was just publish this year, as I discover wattpad just this year (2014).