I think you may have the
rare
ability to understand me.

I don't know whether or not
to laugh,
to crouch back in fear,
to cry,
with sorrow or
relief,
or mask myself again entirely.

After all this waiting,
I still don't know if I'm ready to reveal myself yet.

I'm at the start of something terrifying
but even though, you are the cause.
I'm still glad
to have you
here
next to me.

I'm crying at your words of solace,
they're so close to where I'm hiding.
Hiding the true me.

I'm starting to think
you can already see.

This is taking a whole new type of brave.