AFRAID OF TRUE LOVE

Funny how mirrors work,

I stare at you while you reflect me—

my sentiments, my emotions,

even the way you jumped out of that plane

just to show you love me in every way.

I was afraid of what you'd think

if I lost my way to love.

Back then, I was confused, couldn’t trust

whether your words were truth or trap,

set to catch me at the last second,

where you'd laugh, "Just kidding."

So I held my arms at my sides and smiled,

only in case, maybe, sorta,

hoping you truly meant what you said.

But no one else ever revealed

the traits I worked so hard to project.

You proved it,

You grew it,

watered and pruned these scraps,

your nurturing hands on fragile leaves,

praying I might sprout

to reach your sunlit days.