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Fool of Trust

Lured by words spoken in text

Euphoric when confirmed with touch

Had bliss finally arrived?

Was it time to exhale?

Would he be my pillar

guarding my heart from harm?

for I so willing to be his armor

lucid for mutual lust

entranced with the magic he exuded  

I began to breathe in his oxygen

prepared to accept him in any stance

wanting to give rather than receive

My thoughts were but only mine

I assumed he knew and would trust

Expected he reach for my hand intuitively 

Yet I broke my own promise to never assume

to never anticipate, never expect

For this only leads to disappointment

and when in love, unbearable pain

he would not be reaching for my hand

he was unable to penetrate my thoughts

I was familiar with being left alone

I the girl with rare green eyes and not the blue