The Grey Area

black
grey
white.
I am stuck in the greys,
for love with a doubt
is hard to be happy with.
Especially when there is another
your heart screams for.
When you can picture better
losing your lover
than your friend.
When you cry in agony
at the thought of pain
coming to your friend
and only shudder when hearing
of your lovers pains,
you know there is something wrong with the picture.

When your lover leaves you with doubts
that drip into your mind like a light rain,
and you lay away thinking about your friend
and not your lover, there is something wrong with the picture. The greys are off.

The world is not painted in black and white
the greys command most of the space of the world.
when you feel more whole when speaking to your friend
and you slowly empty when talking to your lover,
there is something wrong.