My mistake

The first time
I met you,
I told you
every-thing about me
about what I feel,
about who I am
as a person.
 I started to
trust you.
I hate that,
trustng you.
Trusting is like
giving you the power
to hurt me.
 You know every-thing
but you do not judge me.
You do not tell others
what you know.
 Now I love
you and you
don't love me.
I trusted you
with my secrets,
my thoughts and
my heart...
 I thought you'd never
hurt me, but
you broke my heart.
Its broken, bleeding, crying,
over you.
 My mistake was 
trusting you.