Broken until you sat across the room

Sitting in what used to be a stinky old garage, now a makeshift studio,

I’m at a small get together; one by one the number of attendees grow.

Being a tad bit antisocial I take a seat in the corner, just like Jennifer Grey,

My anxiety of crowds intensifies, all of a sudden the room was concave.

Tightness in my chest grows as the room shrinks,

Anxiously waiting, I’m on a mental brink.

From darkness to light and back to darkness again,

Lids fluttering, I take a deep breath and then…

The feeling of eyes burning through my skin, I look up and it was him,

As the crowd starts to part, my patience with reality wears thin.

Staring at me from across the room our eyes meet,

An overwhelming feeling of lust flows through me.

Flushed with desire, my heart beats harder and louder,

The stronghold of curiosity becomes something not in my power.

Distant echoes of the others in the room, the blasting music goes silent,

Attempting to resist I try to look away, but my body is noncompliant.

I cannot control my eyes and when I look up to find in my direction him ogling,

I’ve never felt in all my life a magnetic pull so strong so mind boggling.

As the night comes to an end, I can’t help but think,

exactly who was this guy that made heart sink?

No words were spoken, not even a hi or hello,

This can’t be happening, my walls dropped so low?

I mean, what is this; am I going senile?

My guard and my anxiety diminishing, and my heart pounding to say I just ran a mile?

Granted, not a word came out either of us,

However, it was as though our lives in its entirety, we’ve discussed.

Nothing was vocal, how can these feelings be manifesting?

Could my heart be crossing over that thin line between sanity and love, is it testing?

The limits of where I allow my heart to be open,

All because my past has left me broken.

I don’t believe in love at first sight,

Yet my heart tells me “I just might. “