here and there
my mind wanders
thoughts pool,
as I ponder
what does it mean
why can't I ask
why is it that trusting
has become such a task
had I not seen
with my own two eyes
what was as friendship
so cleverly disguised
would I believe
had someone just told me
am I not to be furious when
for far less you would scold me
and even with the knowledge
all I want to do is pretend I
don't know
take the fact that it hurts me
and not let it show
for to me what we have is perfect and real
but "it" makes it hard to believe
that, that's how you feel
so I wonder
can what I know be forgotten
or will it leave my thoughts
pool stagnant and rotten