Those that can’t trust.
Can’t be trusted.
I have found this to be true.
Let’s just say I learned it in a hard way.
Blinded by love? Possibly.
But at the time my reasons insisted.
Hoping for a miracle change. Always.
But let’s just say I was your, you know, fool.
I like to think it was, you know, love.
Love for the others involved.
One In particular.
Love for you? Sure.
But there came a time, well, you know.
You can only beat a dog so long.
Before it dies or turns on you.
And the lines you crossed,
Well, I won’t go there.
Except to say,
Yes, this dog turned.
Long before you think you burned me.
And I still love the one in particular.
More than ever, well, you know Shelby.