what happens next

I suspected, I still do, but I have admitted it. You told me you were too fucked up to be good to me. I wanted to tell you that it made me love you more but all I could say to you was I understand because I do. I'm fucked up and you know it, you were there when it happened. But you never admitted anything. You didn't confirm or deny my suspicions. But now you know. The cards are in your hands. My heart is in your hands and all I can do is trust you know me enough not to break it.