To miss the aim where you should have placed your trust
To then lose all respect and faith in yourself and them.
Previous thoughts were of a safe present, but a forgotten future
“This is okay, this is safe” – but now this is all wrong
This is not how it was supposed to be.
See, the trust is now gone, lost in a mutual non-spoken agreement
But the stories and heartache remain true and remembered
Easily available to be turned and twisted toward me
Moments of weakness have now become cruel taunts
The cut of these words can be sharper than any blade.
So once again I put on extra layers of skin to hide the marks
And dodging words and the fear that I will let this happen again.