Trusting

How could...

When I used
to look at you
with those eyes,
only you
were on my mind.
But that was then.
And this is
now.
You were not
who I took you
to be,
but be someone
who I could not
trust.
Someone who
I believed
to have a good heart,
for only you
have the small,
cold,
dark one
that happens to lie within.
There could be
a nice part,
to you, too.
Maybe.

Author's Note

...I even trust you...