Trust me, I'm ................

Trust me, I'm the shadowed figure,

Cloaked in darkness, shrouded in fear.

Beneath this mask, a heart so fragile,

Longing for love, but afraid to draw near.

I am the broken, the shattered dreamer,

Haunted by scars that refuse to heal.

Love's cruel touch has left me wounded,

A soul too fragile to again reveal.

So trust me not with careless ease,

For my heart is a fragile thing.

My wounds were still fresh, my trust unsure,

Afraid to spread my broken wings.

Yet still I long for love's sweet touch,

To find the light amid the dark.

So take my hand, but hold it gently,

And help me heal this wounded heart.

The weight of my pain, like heavy chains,

Bound to my heart and soul so deep.

The scars of love, the wounds of trust,

Leaves me awake at night to weep.

With patience, kindness, and gentle care,

May my heart begin to heal and mend.

May love's tender touch be my salvation,

A new chapter in my life to begin.

For I am more than my shattered dreams,

My brokenness, and all my pain.

I am a survivor, a fighter, a lover,

And in love, I will rise again.

So trust me, dear one, with open heart,

As I take a step towards the light.

Together, we'll conquer all our fears,

And love's flame will burn ever so bright.