You were pretty until I saw the way

You were pretty until I saw the way your eyes swelled when you cried, and you were pretty until I heard how you stutter your goodbyes. You were pretty until I saw the way you lock your doors at night, and you were pretty until I knew you never felt quite right. You were pretty until I heard your heart’s empty plea – but then you weren’t pretty any more,
 
you were beautiful to me.