They say things aren't always
Plain, like black and white.
However
I know they're wrong.
They say there's an area
Big and gray, full
Of options, that's what they say.
They really just don't want to
See, that in this world so big
All they have to do
Is observe.
He either loves you
Or he wants your body.
She either cares for you
Or cares for herself.
True, things are complex,
But it isn't love
If it was just sex.
You can't make him stay,
And you can't keep
The tears away.
Salt isn't sugar
And ashes aren't dust.
What's left of this love,
Other than dirty rust?
My life isn't gray,
It's a plain picture.
Black and white,
Clear as day.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
