It's 4 in the morning...I just read all your poems.
Some of them made me really happy.
A lot of them...made me want to die...

I've hurt you so bad. I didn't even understand.
Why would you love me?
You give me reasons at night but they are only...temporary.
Before I mess up again.
You'll tell me I'm smart.
Then you'll tell me how stupid I am.
You'll tell me you love me.
Then the hatred flows.
You'll tell me how sweet I am.
Then you'll tell me what a jerk I am.

If I had my way...you would always be happy.
It hurts when you're sad.
Yesterday you hated me.
Because I asked if you were having fun.
The music was great.
The feeling bothered me.
I wanted you happy.
But you ignored me.

The blood on my hands reminded me.
Of how I loved you and was hurt for caring.
You looked and only saw hatred.
You wanted me gone.

I know I've been a terrible person.
But I know I've been good.
A lot of times I say you're mad for nothing.
Sometimes you are.
I try to fix it by a kiss.
A kiss you say you long for.
You push me away and tell me I don't try.

Don't you fret, my dear.
I love you. I always will.
You ARE wonderful.
You ARE beautiful.
You ARE the one I want forever.

You know who you are.
Give yourself a hug for me.
Because I miss you.
Terribly.