Me

Am I sure I know her
Big dreams, flippant, carefree?
Maybe that's just a cover
An image of what I'd love to be.

Maybe all I'm afraid of
Is trusting in someone else.
Afraid of being hurt, afraid to hope,
Afraid you won't love my real self.

I'll make myself vulnerable
Trust my heart to you.
Take a deep breath, sit back and watch
My friend, what will you do?

I'll never know unless I start
Trusting someone else with my heart.

-May-

*not an original Edenia poem. Another one of May's.