Trusting you with my Now.
Trusting you with my Past.
Feeling you somehow,
But knowing you’re no friend.
Trusting you with my future
Without any promises.

But what Hurts me the Most,
The thing which still haunts me
Is trusting you with my Memory
As well as their rememories
Of nothing shared
But nothing spared
While I was scared.
Yet, I still cared.

I offered the trust of a child
To someone who couldn’t return
ME a “with” or a “while.”.”