reading between the lines...

I CANNOT read between the lines.
the more you tell me to do that, the more unhappy i become.
the more unhappy i become, the more i wonder why.
the more i wonder why, the more i search for logic.
the more i search for logic, the more i hurt.
the more i hurt, the more i expect an explanation.
the more i expect an explanation, the more i realise how insecure i am.
the more i realise my insecurities, the more transparent i become
the more transparent i become, the more you see through the upset.
the more you think of me upset, the more you start blaming yourself.
the more you think you are responsible, the more distant you become.
the more distant you become, the more i doubt your feelings.
the more i doubt your feelings, the more i question my existence in your life.
the more i question my existence, the less i realise my worth.
the less i realise my worth the more miserable i become.
the more miserable i become, the more you tell me to read between the lines.

and then i notice the empty spaces...
the more i concentrate on the empty spaces, the more i see a blur.
the more i see a blur the more i wish you could be a little more clear.
the more i wish for a little more clarity, the more i express my doubt.
the more i express my doubt the more we move apart.

and the blame is on me again...
i just CANNOT read between the lines!!