black and white. that’s not life’s way.
everything, even me, is grey.
or any other colour in between,
sometimes all of them,
sometimes only red, yellow or green.
relationships can’t be fairytale-ones.
I’d though I had one of those once
and it was ripped apart in the most horrible way.
hurt to the last bit of my heart
I now prefer grey.
laughing and crying is what trust means
and love. It’s not all is perfect, it’s it can work.
i don’t want you to be perfect, cause I’m far from it.
and I don’t want to spend my life thinking about whether I deserve you or not.
Love is not about deserving anything. You don’t deserve.
You fight for it, but it doesn’t guarantee you anything. Love is about support,
about being better together than you are on your own.
I’m better with you. You’re not white and shiny and perfect.
But you’re just the right size and colour for me.
My winter jacket when I’m cold, and like my toothbrush you help me to spit the bad taste of life out on some days.