"You" - Part 1.

You...
Walked into the room
Your insecurities hidden
By the dark shade of your black sunglasses
The same sunglasses I would later note
Were missing from you
Complete in your entirety
As you turned to leave
Your eyes burnt me
Through to my core
And I'd ask you in that moment
If you had them
You'd smile awkwardly
And tell me no
And thank me for reminding you
To find them before you go
I didn't know then
When you walked into the
Large, freshly painted, white space
I seemed to spend all my time
Inside
Where I click my electronic keys
And pretend to look as though
I was destined to be there
Instead of the small-town girl I really am
Just fortunately placed
In this city of games
Concrete tetris
Due to good timing
And a kind soul
Willing to take the chance
On me
I didn't know then
That you would walk in
And out of my heart
In a matter of only six months
Time
Such a sneaky concept
And wicked waster
Of moments we could have spent
On things that would end up mattering
Or be real and truthful
Instead of drawn out minutes
Of twisted torment
That would end in
Nothing more than a fling
In your mind
I didn't know you
But I knew of you
And yet I felt excited tingles
Gurgling inside me
From the moment you arrived
This is unusual for me
I'm never like this
And I've experienced more than this
More than you
Before
I felt nervous
Anxious
And unexplainably so
I couldn't tell if you were arrogant
Or just quiet
Until the glasses came off
And you made the first quiet contact
With your eyes
They met mine
Introduced themselves to me
And a little smile escaped from your lips
I image the same kind that found itself
Nestled on my very own
A secret language - ours
Slight
But definite
A warmth began to radiate
Filling the cool air
That was churning through
The large white machine
Turning cycles over on itself
Attempting to maintain
Appropriate moderation
As it battled the early September
Summer heat
Bellowing in through the tauntingly large
Glassed window squares
It was still hot
Too hot
And I couldn't tell if it was the last
Of the summer's rage
Holding on
For one more round of victory
Or if it was you
And my nerves
That were generating an image
Of awkward red cheeks
Colour of roses
Dancing across my face
Painted beneath my eyeball sockets
It wasn't only me who was awkward though
But you had your own reasons for that
It isn't easy I know
Standing in front of lights
And a room of gawkers
Expected to be
Or act in a manner
These strangers deem fit
For the person they have you
Pictured to be
In their own minds
I know that feeling
I could see it in your eyes
You were uncomfortable
And it was understandable
You did fine
I wanted you to know you did fine
So I smiled
Peering over my screen
Into you
And your soul
It's what I know
And what I do best
Which is ironic
Considering my smile
Is the physical feature
I loathe most on myself
It didn't matter though
It never does
I wanted you to feel safe
You told me later
When we got to know each other better
That's exactly how you had felt with me
Safe
From the beginning
I still smile
To think about that
Safety is a rarity
Such an uncommon feeling to have
Or to find within the form
Of another human being
I'm glad you found your safety in me
In my eyes
And this body
And the smile I still hate to adorn...