Gray is this canvas
Painted with love
Dried out and fractured
To bleed just because
Was it just your sharpened tongue
Or the comfort that came after?
My inconsistent thoughts
Or the heartbreak I can't shatter?
Stay or go
I want you to know
We were never bound to be perfect
But that hole inside you, also lives inside me
And I think I can offer something you need
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