Afraid to feel although I want.
I hold them back for fear of taunt.
Shattered shards sharp through my pulse.
Haunting shadows emanate from my sullen soul; nostalgia, darkness, secrets left untold.
Yet, now before me: a glimmer, a sheen.
Something so familiar, yet altogether clean.
I want to believe you, when you caress my cheek,
but you, charming boy, you’ve gashed my persona;
I am weak.