I have always been the poet, the narrator.
But you,
You make me feel like the poem for once.

you don't read my poems
but
they're all for you

In her pretty brown eyes
You could see it
Even with that dainty smile
Her happiness
Vanished
She saw
The disgust
As she looked in the mirror
The hatred
Took over
Her self-love
The pain
Changed
Her mindset
Now
She had sleepless nights full of hopes and dreams
Where
Her tear stained cheeks hit the pillow
She was troubled
Her only wish
Was
Becoming an aura that made people think of the color yellow
She remembers when
If anyone asked
She would’ve said
“I’m used to it.”

Now read from bottom to top.

your smile is the reason for mine.

your smile is the most beautiful thing in this whole universe and i just want to make you smile all the time, for the rest of our lives.