trust

Trust.
Like insignificant ants on a tree.
Easily washed away by belting streaks of torrential rains.

How many people are to be trusted?
How many people are to be loved?
Can I entrust my love and happiness to you?
Will you promise me that my heart will never be broken?
Will you promise me happiness always?

Trust.

Such an intangible concept.

You were never really someone to be trusted.

I should have seen it coming.
They all saw it coming.

I can't believe I was stupid enough to waste 3 weeks of love, hurt, heartbreak and tears on you.
I would find it amusing when you abuse your boyfriend emotionally.
I can so see that coming too.

I think so little of you now.

Like a leech upon an insignificant piece of damp rotting bread strewn on the roots of a huge oak tree.