Grey skies and sunny smiles
Black and white
Tip the scales
We tread dual lines

Filled to the brim,
I leak venomous hate
But love still courses
within and spills over this gate

How dare you breed this complexities?
This ought to be
a short penciled line
And you zig zagged it with your lies —
with your inconsistent rhymes!

Now, all I know
Is that love is ache
Lines blur between pleasure and pain
And my attempts —
my reach for normalcy
Is all in...