At 2 AM when my makeup was
smudged and my hair a mess,
you looked at me with bright eyes,
and called me beautiful.

I didn't believe it,
but my heart leapt.

At 11 PM when I was sad
you looked at my tears and
you made me laugh until
3 AM and I was okay.

I admired you then,
but I didn't say it.

At 8 PM when I wanted to die
and I reached for the blade,
you looked at my fears
and called me strong.

I didn't believe it,
but I stopped reaching.

At 9 AM when I was afraid,
when I was trembling with terror,
you looked at my panic
and called me brave.

I didn't believe you,
but my breathing slowed.

At 2 AM when my eyes were drooping
and I was pouring my heart out,
you looked at my soul
and called me beautiful.

I didn't believe you,
but I didn't argue.

At 2 AM when we were talking
and sharing small stories
I looked at your face
and thought you were beautiful.

I didn't say it,
but my heart ached.

At 10 PM when you fumbled your
words, I looked at your smile
and I said to you
God you're amazing.

You didn't believe it,
but I do.

At 11 PM when you let go of
your baggage and looked sad,
I looked at your heart
and called you strong.

You didn't believe it,
but I know the truth.

At 1 AM when you slipped
and said you loved me,
I looked in your eyes
and said you like me.

I was amazed because
I believed it.

At 11 PM when I gave you
my fragile glass heart,
you looked at it gently,
and said you'll protect it.

I was amazed because
I trusted your word.

At 9 PM when my lips ached
to touch yours, my tears spilled
and you looked at me and
called me wonderful.

I didn't believe it,
but my breath caught.

At 4 AM when I was devoid
and blank, you looked at me
like your heart was cracking
and said you were scared.

I believed it,
but I didn't feel it.

At 9 PM when 16 shallow lines
were tracked along my skin,
you looked at me and your
eyes swam with pain.

I was sorry,
you believed it.

At 12 AM when you called me
beautiful, strong, wonderful,
and smart, I looked at you
and was silent.

I didn't believe it,
but I'm starting to.