I remember the first  day I saw you, it was like a dream I was walking and there you were. Standing there but not. In reality I had seen you before but I had never ‘Seen” you. The real you. The you that cries at the littlest things people say but hide it extremely well. The ***** that you try to play off on everyone. The distance you hold between everyone you meet. The miles no one seems to want to cross. The loneliness no one else seems to understand. When I first meet you I thought you looked like a fallen angel. your hair was so black, so beautiful. Your eyes were so brown so plain, so simple. Everything im not everything, I would never be again.I thought you were so happy but I never knew the truth no one did.
Then I saw you again your eyes where still brown
but it held a spark, a fire, a burning resistance.
Your hair was no longer black it was the prettiest
shade of lilac.
You still looked like a fallen angel,
dark and mysterious. But the
darkness you held
didn’t seem like darkness
it filled a room up.
I remember the first day I saw you.