Grey.

I wish I knew the words that mattered; the words that would make us whole.
It's both excruciating and invigorating--the thought of you being the one.
I don’t like this dichotomy. To be swung back and forth is not comfortable.
So someday I might have to sever this bond; this invisible tether, and say:
“No longer do I want to be part of this ever changing heaven or hell;
But the time has come to bid each other farewell.”