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
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
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
