A Black and White Kind of Life

The words have worn my lips

I pray that repetition won't make me numb

You are the hateful fire I found likable

And you hate me, and I hate letting go

Without light, there isn't dark

Without the black, there's only grey

For that strange way, the future seems clear

That I'd love to live and and love and hate

I can't demonstrate precision, else my face grow blank

It's an illusion, you know, no matter how perfect

If there's no mistakes, it's a life poorly wasted

Because my flaws are me, and I am them

And there's nothing I'd rather be

Thanks to you

I'm wanting to fall and get up and live and die

Thank you, truly

For showing me