been a while since i last dared 
to peer into your gentle eyes. 

might be willing to throw out 
all inhibitions and reservations, 
but somehow i’m too scared 
to lock my gaze upon your glowing irises. 

it’s not even that i fear you’ll pierce right into 
the truths just shaking to spill out of every pore—
or that i’m still holding on to a hopeless cause. 

i think i’m more afraid that i’ll find 
everything i don’t want to know, 
	that i’m not willing 
			              to believe.