Despise.

There are few things I despise more than liars.

The only thing that could potentially top it?

Murderers.

Yet both share something eerily in common.

Both kill.

They both take away.

The lies, summoning the death of trust.

Giving birth to suspicion.

Unrest.

Unease.

Uncertainty.

The onset of wondering about what we did to be on the receiving end.

Concluding, nothing.

The problem is them.

Not us.

I am beginning to wonder if MEN exist anymore.

Virtuous, strong, reliable HONEST MEN.

Men who can appreciate the chance I took on them.

Without being slapped in the face.

Falling into the same traps.

None the wiser, but a trusting fool.

Taking that leap of faith, and falling flat.

Concluding through it all, however, that my ass should be kissed, not kicked.

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

In the end, what a shame it is.

For you.

Xoxo,

C.