I remember the first time I looked in his eyes

the first felt touch and unknown feelings

the first uneven amount of butterflies in the pit that is my stomach

the belief that he loved me was blinding me from creating that truth that lied right in front of me  

it was all a show completely fake a affinity of lies a set full of false feelings

thats when my wall comes up

I guarded myself

he made me who i am

and im okay with that

                      Because im okay with me