As late as the hour is,
I am compelled to express on paper,
what I struggle to speak to others.

You are a risk that I have chosen to take.
I cannot hold your hand or feel your presence,
but, I have chosen to slowly break my barriers
and learn how to trust again.

I hope for our success,
not another load of unrest,
or you , left feeling upset.

We might not end up being soulmates
or even romantically involved.
But whilst we communicate,
our honesty is enough to open pathways
into something breathtaking.

However, there is a darkness that hides
behind my poetic lines.
This darkness is an uncertainty,
an unpredictability.
It has the ability to leave one
feeling like a casualty.

Amidst this truth,
I can only hope
that this is not another mistake waiting to happen,
another event to add to the pattern.

I admire your gentleness,
I admire how you try to soothe my doubts.
However, this uncertainty will always linger,
hopefully it will not lead us to an inevitable failure.