For Now Just Listen;

I don’t come here from behind
mellowed pink serene
silk
behind cheap shower glass;
to try to stare hard at You.
nearly invisible now
I choose to
shut
My eyes to You when it burns
through the retinas and all outside Me
is cold and pixeled.
looking through that microscope too long.
I’m giving up.
My arms are wet and barren.
being Your belt too long.
whisper-begging to be slipped over You
You don’t listen. not never.
I‘m shunning Your reflection in Me
I‘m ripping it off like a skin tag.
this is Me hurting here. You see?
or can You not see Me as well.
if this be true yell it at Me
and shake Me
until My
ears burst out to the drain in liquid
suicide. too slick. inadequate.
then You mustn’t be blamed
and I sigh right here blatantly in Your
Mouth.
know I’m sorry, so that I will not have to say it
aloud to You. please just read Me briefly.
You mean nothing here in This mind
and the fault belongs to a Nobody
so ashamed of being nothing Itself.
I will not let You through to My dreams
don’t try to go there.
just. go back to the time
where Us Nothings were
One Everything.
I don't hate You.

Yay Rieda! It's been a while.

I don’t come here from behind

mellowed pink serene

silk

behind cheap shower glass;

I quite like your use of lines here. Having the image completed with "silk" on the next line gives emphasis on how valuable the silk is compared to the shower glass. It creates the idea of how the narrator needs this valuable silk to fully conceal herself during a person's "private" time. Without it, a person could just look through the glass. Good work here.

to try to stare hard at You.

nearly invisible now

This expands out the idea that I've mentioned above. It shows that the narrator isn't going to reveal herself just to settle a feud with his friend (boyfriend?).

My eyes to You when it burns

through the retinas and all outside Me

is cold and pixeled.

looking through that microscope too long.

I’m giving up.

You might want to try to keep the wording in this more in context with what's happening or establish a link. This is because the words that you are using now are more associated with optics in its literal context. I would also nix "through the retinas", because all we need to know that the narrator doesn't want to see her friend (boyfriend) is the fact that her eyes are burning.

My arms are wet and barren.

being Your belt too long.

whisper-begging to be slipped over You

It's nice to know that the narrator's arms are wet and barren, but what does this imagery do? I also don't get what you meant by "being Your belt too long". The same for "whisper-begging".

You don’t listen. not never.

I‘m shunning Your reflection in Me

I‘m ripping it off like a skin tag.

this is Me hurting here. You see?

or can You not see Me as well.

The apostrophe "You don't listen. not never" does well in expressing as to why there is a feud between them. The line "I'm ripping it off like a skin tag" doesn't seem as though the narrator is doing that. Read it outloud. It doesn't have that aural sharpness and shiftness to it, something that I would associate when a person rips something off. The apostrophes "this is Me hurting here. You see?" and "or can You not see Me as well" does well in making the narrator's friend feel guility for making her resort into doing something so drastic just to prove a point.

ears burst out to the drain in liquid

suicide. too slick. inadequate.

I just don't get this bit at all. How can ears burst and cause the narrator's suicide?

then You mustn’t be blamed

and I sigh right here blatantly in Your

Mouth.

I'm assuming that by here, instead of a kiss, the narrator instead "sighs" to show that she no longer likes this guy. But why would you need to reinforce this again?

know I’m sorry, so that I will not have to say it

aloud to You. please just read Me briefly.

You mean nothing here in This mind

and the fault belongs to a Nobody

so ashamed of being nothing Itself.

Your use of apostrophe is getting rather excessive here. The consequence of this is that it doesn't leave much for the reader to search for. It's just an outpouring of emotion with little reason or justification to it.

I will not let You through to My dreams

don’t try to go there.

just. go back to the time

where Us Nothings were

One Everything.

I don't hate You.

Why suddenly mention about dreams? However, reading this bit right here gave me an idea of how to improve this poem (I'll mention it in my "overall impressions" section).

Overall impressions:

After re-reading this several times, I think I got your theme/idea: The idea of how relationships often leads to disrespect and lack of trust due to conflicts between the couple. The highlight of the poem would probably be the first few lines that I've quoted, not because of the reasons that you maybe thinking but because it portrays this theme quite well. My issue with the piece is that sometimes, your imagery doesn't seem grounded and you tend to use a bit too much emotional outpour near the end (seemed kind of rushed there). With that said, I was able to feel for the narrator, but it couldn't had been as insightful as I had hoped.

Here are some of my suggestions. 1) I would like to have a better idea of what their conflict is and how it triggered. Right now, you have only the aftermath of the situation so it seems as though the poem isn't complete. 2) The line bit that I've quoted above gave me the idea that you should compare the current timeframe (that's in this poem) to the time where there is this respect and trust. Discussing the differences and establishing contrast will provide the audience a much better insight on the theme at hand.

Overall, I did enjoyed this poem and I thank you for sharing this. I hope that you will take the time to edit this some more, I really want to see the final version of it.

Good luck Rieda.

Andy