Eyes that see right through me send images to a brain that doesn't even know my name. Why do I see you so much better with my eyes closed? What does a person look like? You look like talent. Singing, acting, playing the piano, making me laugh, making me think. If these are the things I love about you, my love will not die. Though this feeling is bliss, I hate it. I've never cared what anyone thought about me. Suddenly I'd like for you to like me. I don't know how to deal with it. I try too hard. That's fake. I'd rather be hated for what I am than loved for what I am not. I'd ask you to let go, but you didnt' mean to grab on. Forgive me if I dont' make sense, but falling in love means falling out of control. I don't mean to scare you, but dishonesty scares me more. I'm beginning to think that my fear of not ever getting to know you is growing stronger than my fear of rejection. Speak gently if I talk to you. Your words carry an impact I've never felt before. Yet you're probably worth the crush.