we were always somewhere in the middle.
never really ready to cross the line, because we both knew
we were not meant to be together.
but never really backing away from it either,
because we always found our way back again.
it's grey,
never truly black or white.
i couldn't even name our colors.
we are tangled, yet we keep clinging to each other.
we dance around the puddle of our mistakes,
and it feels oddly intoxicating.
you're a poison in my life,
but i need you like you're my antidote.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
we were always somewhere in the middle.
never really ready to cross the line, because we both knew
we were not meant to be together.
but never really backing away from it either,
because we always found our way back again.
it's grey,
never truly black or white.
i couldn't even name our colors.
we are tangled, yet we keep clinging to each other.
we dance around the puddle of our mistakes,
and it feels oddly intoxicating.
you're a poison in my life,
but i need you like you're my antidote.
i wrote this on my way back home while listening to “doja cat - been like this”
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