Read between my lines, I tell you.
Read between my lines.
It shouldn’t be so hard for you to understand
That I love you more than anyone ever knew.
Please just read between my lines
And decipher the code
That I will love you ‘til the end of time
And I hope you love me too.

Read between the lines, my sweetheart
Before I depart into the snow
For I need you to keep sound in your mind
The fact that I will never let you go

I know I may sound crazy
But all I say is true
At least to me, and I know
It’s true to you,
Too.

I wish I could only see you
in black and white,
as the fog settles and you walk quietly
in the streets,
tranquil and graceful.
I wish I could only see you
in black and white,
where you dance in the rain puddles in red boots,
tinted grey by
the black and white world
you would exist in,
only in my head.
I wish I could only see you
in black and white,
for when I see you in color,
you are too exuberant and blindingly vibrant
to the extent where I cannot comprehend
or appreciate your being.
I wish I could only see you
in black and white,
for I know that color is not where you
belong, and not where I can
admire you to your fullest potential.
I wish I could only see you
in black and white,
for you do not belong in my present,
you belong in my past.
That does not make you any less beautiful,
for things seen without the use of color
prove their authenticity.
Seeing you
in black and white
depicts you as something so magnificent,
color is not needed to enhance your being,
for you are beautiful enough
without it.

I hate you
Loyal, you stay, though
Of course, you were never one
Very much set on impressing
Everyone around you
Yet, still, the thing is
Of all the people in this world
Ultimately, I got you

i.
i still feel you in those times when i can drain the pain from my veins just long enough to smile, before it rips my skin and crawls its way back into my blood stream.

ii.
you are every poem i have ever written about love in a nutshell. you are so **** pretty. your pretty is a shredder, still ripping me to particles when all i want to do is sleep. forever.

iii.
i'd sing no doubt but you don't speak anyway. if i disregarded that though, would you see the irony? would you see that what i mean is i love you, i love you, i freaking love you, and i'm sorry i didn't try hard enough.

iv.
i still think you weave words like blankets for newborn angels. even when the blanket is wool, and it's itchy, and god babe, was that last poem about me? because if so, i want to ask if i'm a baby angel or if i'm just one or the other, a baby or an angel. because right now i don't feel like either, i just feel lost.

v.
you make me sick.

vi.
not because i don't love you.

vii.
i'd prefer you burn me with words instead of whipping my already scarred heart with silence. now my wings are falling off and i am falling apart with them. the cloud i'm floating on is pitch black and its on a pathway to something horrible.

viii.
i define fragility with silent sobs in the back of my throat. my wrists still throb even though for almost a year, i've been totally clean. the amount time i've been clean is coincidentally very close to coinciding with the amount of time i've known you, and i don't know if ever knew you because i never thought you'd just go like this.

ix.
i left for you. almost everything i do is for you- why don't you understand?

x.
i'm still not ready to say goodbye so the change in the weather tries to do it for me. it says that a new season means a new life, and since i didn't know how to live without you in the old one, maybe now i can learn to live without you in this new one.

xi.
this is almost a goodbye. one day, maybe it will be.

You treat me like I'm not your daughter
It's enough that I don't know my father
But for you you to treat me like I don't exist
Makes me feel like I'm worthless
It seems as though
I've lost control
Of everything I'm supposed to be
You're not making my life easy
Oh mother why do I even try
To be the perfect daughter
You never wanted me to be me
It's not easy
You curse me
And joke about my scars
You tell me my life shouldn't be that hard
But tell that to the scars
I wear this smile
Glued to my face
Because my feelings are a disgrace
But inside I'm crying
I feel like I'm dying
I'm laughing
But nothing's funny
To cover up the tears
I fill myself with lies
I tell myself I'm beautiful
But I'm actually pitiful
No self worth
You're not the one to blame
You just make me go insane

There's this urge to say I love you
And there's this fear she'll say "I don't"...

Is it okay, if i go ahead and say thank you to everyone? This isn't necessarily a poem but more of a little letter.

Dear you,

Thank you so much for your feedback, whether it was negative or positive. Either way, it's helped me learn new ways on how to write better poetry. I really want to thank those who have been giving the most lovely comments and everything. You guys literally always make my day when you do so. When i first joined, i never expected i would recieve really honest and kind feedback. It's almost as if though im on a stage and you guys are my rad audience. Its great to see that people like, relate, or even enjoy my poetry. You guys are amazing and rad and fab and everything. So yeah, thank you!