Trust came as a blade catapulting through the air
          Unsure of its trajectory
Unsure of where it may land
    Unsure of where it was even thrown from
     But it was so gorgeous rotating in its path, pushing light from its edges
          I had to have it
          That feeling of utter security
  
I reached and in half a second my hand was gone
    Trust had sliced every ligament and sinew away
         Carved muscle from bone

         And I felt weak
   I quite literally could not grasp the double edged blade that was trust, and now

       I think I may not ever even reach for it again