Unsure, my trust dawdles
the chances of any belief swirls, swishes,
like leaves caught in a whirlwind of confusion
I am hearing only partial declarations of honest worth, while,
the remaining helix of her true inner self is still cloaked.
Do I gamble on affirmations or distrust?
yes and no answer simultaneously.
And yet, her convincing expressions go on and on defying my doubts
the smiles she wears gate the answer I am seeking
that my loving of her depends on.
Behind them, of what matters dearly to me
seems to be cowering timidly
bedding, itself on an unreachable level.
Halfheartedly, I continue pondering
on middle ground.
Will she ever completely finish pouring
the contents from within, those I have for so long thirsted for
and allow the clarity of its possible pureness
to be subjected to the light of day
flow truthfully breaking my dam of mistrust.