Many Nights Stand

I think the best colour today is grey.
It's not black.
It's not blue.
It's not white or red.

You could call it the 'happy medium';
Or the confusion in between.

We shared bodies.
We spoke our souls.
We told each other our pasts, present, future plans, dreams and goals...

But I suppose if you separate intimacy and the heart,
You come to a grey area to start...

With hurt dripping from your lips...
You still kissed me.

Sharing your naked soul is scarier than sharing your bare body...
And so you told me, "Sorry, I do not want to see you again."

That was at 12:16 a.m.

But I understand.

When you feel so empty, vacant, emotionless and bland...
You are not truly living, only mimicking life...
Being a 'robot man'.

So maybe you began to feel something again,
Maybe your protective wall started to cave in...
And now you are vulnerable...

Pushing me away is your safety.

And this, I understand.