He saw me when we first met.
And though he didn't know who I was,
he still reached out to me.

I used to be so different.

I used to be so fed-up with life and the expectations it brought upon me.
So much so that I didn't want to live to see what it would bring me next.

My eyes became glazed over in a fog preventing me from seeing clearly.
Maybe that's why I was so blind to the things I had done.

I used to be okay with leaving the people around me for a while
and not telling them where I was going or how I was feeling
because it always seemed like they didn't care.
I used to be okay with leaving marks on my skin that would last for years because I believed the problem wasn't around me- it was within me.
I used to be okay with giving myself away in different ways
because that's the only way of life I knew.
I used to not be okay.

But when I met him
I slowly became okay again.

And because of You..
I freely gave up the person I was
so I could be with You
forever.

"Paint me something
that reminds you of me."

what do i paint
when everything in my view
reminds me of you?

"You could paint me"

how could i paint something
with so much perfection-
not even your own reflection
can attain it's justice.

what do i paint
when everything i think, say, or do
reminds me of you?

where could i even begin