Everything I have is marred by splotches of colour.
The stains of where I’ve been are so painfully plain.
It crusts the scarred surface of skin.
If I peel it away, it bleeds.
You say you can’t live without me?
Well I can’t bear to live with you.

The colour of you tried to hide my scars,
And now all I do is pick at the scabs.
Trying to find what was real.
Was anything real?
I loved you and I would’ve done anything for you.
That’s part of my problem.
Isn’t it?

The past is always in the future,
Just regrets and memories.
A twisted palette of gore and blue.
If I tore my flesh,
Could I paint something true?
Or would it still be stained by you?

You came to me as a summer breeze,
Stirring feelings that were hard to admit.

With a smile brighter
Than the lights in the sky.
All I wanted was for you to hold me tighter.
You convinced me to try.

Now, you’ll be gone for a bit,
But I’ll see you again, during winter’s freeze.

Your place is in a field of flowers.
Not alone in your tower.
There you could bloom and be happy.
Instead of feeling ******.

It is where you belong.
Now go along and grow.
Your reward for being strong,
I’ll still be here on the morrow.

Don’t you dare apologize.
Even though I’ll miss you,
I wouldn’t be here without your advice.
Nothing I’d wish to undo.

Even though I was scared.
You were right.
I was never unprepared.
All thanks to your light.

As I said nothing to undo,
I’m happy that I love you!

You say you like me.
It makes me feel somewhat better,
It shows what I wish to be,
To every letter.

I say you hate me.
Every breath is another pain,
It shows what I will be
It's all so plain

You like me,
But you wish I were different

I wanted to tell
Before it was too late
About how I fell
Left here with only self-hate

I waited too long
I didn’t want you to leave
Even when I knew it was wrong
You showed me how to breathe

My feelings shine in the reflected light of my scars
With parts left of me, behind bars

The moss in your eyes,
Sees through all my lies
I’m terrified of letting you in.
Don’t know where to begin.
I wanted this to be a happy poem.
But I'm too broken.