Author: B.L.P PM
Your trust is like a piece of paper. You can gift it and watch as it is crumpled and thrown away. As you scramble to retrieve it you smooth out the wrinkles. But as we all know, the paper is never perfect again. Once your trust is broken it can never be the same again.Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 100 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-27-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3086462
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A small piece that I jotted down during a peak of one of my breakdowns.
Trust, given to the first of many.
Pain. Betrayal. They follow soon after, hand in hand.
Guarded. Wise. You know better, you will not suffer twice.
And yet, the cycle continues.
I have left the cycle, taking my trust and hope and locking them away, safely hidden.
I have lost my will.
I trust no one.
My trust dangles by a thread.
This is the cost of safe. No one can hurt me.
No one but me.