I used to be blind before I met you.
Walking around with shades a pitch darker than necessary
And long side swept bangs across the small frame of my face
Partly covering my eyes.
It was pleasant to hide behind
Especially when introduced to new places, new faces.
I'd just let out a shy smile behind the fringes of my hair
Then quietly cower away
Melting back into the atmosphere.

My head is swamped with enough thoughts to
Keep me occupied for hours.
It was my playground,
My stonewall castle,
My home.
And every time I ever felt stupid or small,
I'd just reside behind my front
And settle myself deeper into the pity party resort
I had built and been renovating for years.

You, on the contrary, didn't see the girl I'd see in the mirror.
I was more than just another figure in the background to you,
I was more than a pair of nice eyes and *******,
More than a waste of space,
I was your fancy and you saw right through me,
Which scared me so.

This veil, this front, and the tricks I had up my sleeve
To keep everyone who could ever come close to caring out,
Wouldn't work so well on you.
Nope.
Instead, you grew more curious,
You would ask questions,
Laugh at my remarks,
Insist that I elaborate,
Tell me to speak up because you knew
How I had so much to say
But how soft spoken I can be.

It was raining one night and we were all out back by the garage
Sipping out of cheap beer cans and smoking our bummed cigarettes..
I walked outside to dance in the rain and you followed me there.
I remember how your steps were directly behind mine in perfect sync,
Then with the swift piercing stare of your big blue eyes
I melted right into the brick wall.
My bones turned to jelly and the tape that was over my eyelids
fell right off because your fingers managed to brush them open,
And from that point on, I no longer saw a point in closing them.