The gray between you and me.
It's not a clean cut black and white,
And the longer we stay,
Every time we share a secret smile,
The darker the gray becomes.
Our boundaries are slate.
A lingering hand on a shoulder,
A stolen kiss
An intoxicated “I need you.”
Another drop of black.
The pristine white
Deepens,
Darkens.
Slowly, we are consumed
By an obsidian fog.
We live within the gray.
Each time,
Every moment we utter those words,
“This is the last time.”
Our most infamous lie,
The gray between gets darker.
And we revel in it;
We love to hate our choices,
And we hate that we love it.
We lie in the charcoal
With whispers
And moans
And promises that must be left unsaid.
They serve only to muddy
The already murky waters,
Until we float in a pool of black.
This is where we exist
A place of not knowing
And never wanting to learn.
The closer we grow
The further we travel
We cling harder,
Finally embracing the gravel.
Sofia Sarai 