Im up late and these are just random thoughts I thought I'd construct another poem out of...this really applies to alot of different things..enjoy.

Shades of Gray…


I cant change the world.
I cant even change you.
Hell, I can barely change myself.

I cant promise you anything, promising only that I know you don’t do well with promises, and the only thing that’s promised is the fact that you might not be here tomorrow.

And so, I guess im selfish...because it's times like these when i just wanna be held...that i realize the only one to hold me is myself....so i put my thoughts on paper and my heart on the shelf.

And I hope it wont perish, because your expiration date came all too soon. All too sudden. All too real, repetitive…. Yet, expected. There is no way to neglect it. The bare reality that we both know, we all know, but noone speaks on it.

I don’t need you to try to understand me.
I don’t try to understand myself.
I don’t need you to want me to need you.
You’re not a necessity.

But, will you be here tomorrow?

Nothing is black and white.
And too many times, it’s those shades of gray, that paint a seemingly authentic façade. But, I’ve learned, that facades are only for cowards, like you, who fear authenticity. And authentically, you paint these shades of gray around your world.

I don’t object. I’ll just let you learn.