Poetry: Trust

Do you?, I ask.
Staring back at me, dumbfounded. I guess the mind's not made up yet.
Cause you shouldn't.
A quizzical look flashes in the eyes.
I'm dangerous.
Disbelief sets in.
If you let me in, if you trust me? I'll break you.
Reassurance settles in to the skeptic.
I guess I'm not very believable. I guess you'll just have to see it. How I wish it didn't have to be.


Do you trust me?, I ask.
Why should I?, you retort.
I guess the message finally sunk in.
Anger boils over the face.
My fear of proximity was eased away only now to be founded.
I see your eyes, sir. Resentment has made them bitter.
How bittersweet candor may be.


I accept my falling