Walking on Glass

I'm afraid to look
ahead of possibilities,
because they just end up disappointing me.
a feild of flowers--
what if they're roses?
a plane of glass--
what if it's shattered?
Something so deligate can be so harmful.

You spoke.
I listened.
You promised.
I believed.

My heart is so gentle
that it cannot handle you.

Up to now from my past
I am walking on glass.