What's right? What's wrong? What's in between?
I don’t know—irony!
Here I am, caught between them.

I know I love. That’s not wrong, but maybe the person is.
Is it attraction, infatuation, love? I don’t know.
Sometimes I almost worship this person.
I know it’s harmful, even devious, yet I can't turn back.

Now, I'm in deep, like cold water over my head.
All I remember is going back, giving chances for change.
It’s a loop.

The last time I smiled was in a rewritten spring.
Now, I'm an empty shell, compliant.
My innocence and self-esteem have left me—I'm all bone and skin.

I never understood the space between right and wrong.
Now, that special someone is just a facade.
My last words to complete are:
"Sunset is pretty, isn’t it?"