Font Color=darkvioletshe Read Them Poem by Jane Meyer

She read them without asking.
Just like I half-thought she would.
Why did I think,
for even a second,
that I could trust her in the slightest? !
Time after time, I gave her my trust,
and time after time, I was betrayed.
How many chances can you give one person,
no matter who they are? !
I stopped counting after twenty,
and soon after gave up entirely.
So why did I think this time would be different?
Why did I think she’d respect my privacy?
Because I don’t think that’s really what I thought.
I think I knew that she would read them,
and I just didn’t care.