Love is black and white.
For some people anyway.
For me.
I'll love you,
Or I won't.
There's never a 'maybe'.
There's never an 'only a little.'
There's never a 'possibly'.
Possibly is indecisive.
A little, is a lie.
Maybe is a term to use,
When you have trouble accepting the truth.
I don't believe in using terms,
That symbolise the grays of decision.
Some boy led me to see,
That although there's no in between,
I can love someone so much,
I and up resenting them.
Resenting them because,
Instead of black and white,
I am gray.
I am undeniably gray.
I am unconditionally gray.
I am stuck,
In the category of love
That I do not believe in.
Love is black and white for me.
So why did that foolish boy,
Have to go and paint me gray?
5/18/15
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
