I thought that all the fighting and pain made us stronger,
If only I had known that we were no longer, together and that you
were a figment in an imagination that had no pigment because it was
only black and white.
Black and white was all it was and even though I would claw my way
to your heart, I was left in the dark and fought for a spot that I
thought was a dot that shone light in my eyes and my heart that was
bought by the grace that was your smile and your hands.
Only to be reminded that I was just a creature lost in a time where
the preacher would condemn me to death because I was just a pest
that couldn’t be blessed with the test that would make me
your best
