Your Poetry Dot Com - A Skewed Sense of Betrayal

Such a strong word
to fall from the lips
of such a weak person.
To even begin to understand,
you need building blocks
which just aren't there.
Trust, namely, is the most important one.
You swear to trust,
and yet, you don't.
Trust me above all others,
Cain said to Abel,
or Abel to Cain,
I really don't know which
killed his brother
in cold blood.
That's not important.
That's not my arguement,
and you know what I mean.
You say you can't trust the body
to which you entrusted your honor.
Logic follows.
You yourself cannot trust your honor.
By that, it seems that you
must not have any.
Honor, that is, in case you were too busy cursing me
to pay any attention to my words.
If you don't have honor,
but you swore upon it,
then what you swore means nothing to you.
By that, I, and the rest of my friends
also mean nothing to you.
Therefore, it is with a sad air,
that I proclaim you a man
devoid of the virtue of honor,
and thus, infinitely lower than myself.
It is my viewpoint that you can never be trusted again,
for any reason,
in any circumstance,
until the end of time.

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