To My Friend

I would give you an arm or leg. Take a bullet for you and think nothing about it. You were the one I could talk to...or I thought. Your lack of trust is hurtful, hateful. You show me the same amount of trust you show an enemy. Maybe you have a problem with trust, I don't know. No matter what the problem is I am your friend. I would think that I should be the one with the trust problems but no I trust you like a sister, but I feel that you don't trust me back. You read stuff that was never intended for your eyes. You thirst for knowledge that isn't for you. I give you an arm and you want a leg. I give you my trust and you take it without looking back. I am not asking for anything in return but trust, trust, trust and you refuse to give.