"Trust me" trickles slowly off of his lips and eagerly jumps into my ear

He always said that.

With no support to his words, they hung loose, dangled into a room full of nothing.

.....and yet each time was like the first time, each time I fell foolishly for the same words that had so badly burned me.

With hope that in time my scars would disappear by a change in his character

They never did.

More formed...

......and a lot remains