First friends,
To best friends... he worked his way up.
Sharing memories and passion.
My heart in his hands... soon he would cup.
My friends they all judged me,
"He only wants one thing...",
"You just aren't ment to be."
I was blinded by love,
I told all my friends to leave.
I had grown (or so I thought)
I now wore my heart on my sleeve.
We were soon to be married,
For some reason he was eager for speed.
I figured I had cold feet so I let him take the lead.
Then one day I came home at an unexpected hour,
In my apartment on my bed he released his secrets to my heart in a shower.
He admited what he had done was bad.
He apologised and cried he didn't think of what his actions would cost.
He was not the only one that day who had something they had lost.
How could I possibly allow myself to trust again?
It is over and done with for him,
A thing of the past... the light on it shines dim.
My heart now hides in this cavity alone.
It had been to scarred from the past for this wound to be sewn.