People talk about their "ONE " person. The one they would call when tragedy strikes. The one that they could depend on if they needed something. The one they trust their deepest secrets to.
I thought I had that "one" person.
He was my "one" person...
The one I shared my secrets with
The one I depended on
The one I trusted more than anyone
The one I chose to have a family with
The one I would give myself only to
The one that had my back
But he wasn't "one" person
He was two.
The one I thought he was
And the other one who
Kept secrets from me
Was not dependable
Was not trustworthy
Chose to betray our family
Gave himself to many others
Threw me under the bus
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