Trust

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You trust me don't you?

A question I despise

It made me realise

Your mind filled with undulations

unclear about me.


I trust you but  does it mean,

You get to do what you want?

For all I wanted it to mean was

That  I don't mind

You helping me out when I am in need

Or I need not think twice

About me when I am with you

But your unsettlement made me wonder

About myself and made me want to run

miles away from your never understanding moral

And the beast that wanted to ruin me.


Yes I trusted you,

But now I despise you.

-D_R


@Kath1071 's poem inspired me to write this.

Probably not my best because I made it as my heart's immediate response to her heart touching poem. 

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