I close my eyes after a glimpse
a small way to prolong my temporary bliss
my hands are warm
from being nestled in yours
your name still lingers on my lips
as you disappear from my sight
my heart cries out in wonder, confusion
my head screams of fear, illusions
perhaps you are different
perhaps you are not
am I willing to take that chance again?

A sonnet I've written is summed in a sentence
waiting for your eyes to see it
it says "i'm trusting you to like me for me"
your hair is tousled
your smile is genuine
you're not afraid of who you are
"I'm trusting you to like me for me"
wonder, confusion, fear, and illusions
fill my mind and scream to me
"I'm trusting you to like me for me"
please help ease these doubts
help my heart and mind to trust again
perhaps you are different
am I willing to take that chance again?