He held out
his hand
And looked
me in my eyes
Sincerity
blossomed like dew-kissed dandelions
Bold and new
Fear
swallowed my heart and blurred my vision
I saw
nothing
Because I
didn’t want to see
Felt nothing
Because I
didn’t want to feel
And still
He held out
his hand
And said
Trust me.
Trust didn’t
come easy
Pain too
fresh
Past truth
Too new
And his hand
Questionable
So I
searched for complications in simplicity
Made the
easy
difficult
Because
chaos and confusion were familiar to me
Rejected the
notion
That anyone
Could ever
Truly
Love me
Completely
Love me with
my attitude and bad moods
Love me with
my spoiled bossy ways
Love me when
there’s absolutely
No
Reason
To
Yet there he
stood
Naked in his
own truth
Regretting
nothing
Accepting
everything
Bartering
A piece of
him
For a piece
of me
But pieces
were all I had
To give them
freely
Would be
crazy
yet insanity
made perfect
sense
reasoning
made it
easier to hurt
created room
for doubt
in a space
that was already too small
to begin
with
you see this
this was the
test
everything else
was just practice
either
take this
friendship to its
highest
height
or sit back
reminiscing
wondering
questioning
if this was
love
or loneliness
beckoning
for something tangible
in a world full of barbies
and thugs
where monogamy has been replaced
with fake polyamourous relations
trust is a four letter word
whispered on deaf hearts
But I
can hear
Clearly
Sincerity
Looked into my eyes
Boldly
Grabbed my hand
And said
TRUST ME.
