If there is anything that is enough to bring you damage that you will spend your entire life mending then maybe it's watching your trust crumble down in such places you never thought you will be, how every piece of it was scattered and that you know that no matter how much you wanted to give it a try.
Nothing will be the same anymore. The remnants remained to remind you and torture you on times when you badly needed peace of mind.
I guess, loving you so much also meant trusting you with all of my heart. I believed in your love and faithfulness and I trusted the world that they will not make any reason for us to break apart.
And it became my mistake.
Just my mistake.
I trusted you not to break my trust.
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PuisiYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
