The two sides...

The two sides of you confuse me. Bets and roses. Alcohol and cuddles. If the two collided, would it be a shooting star or a meteor? The questions that flit into my mind get caught in the web of their judgements. What if they're wrong? What if they're right? What if this is the intensity she was talking about? I've only known love, consistant and pure. I keep searching for that love, but what if the quest is stopping me finding friends? The multi coloured spots of my bed are like my emotions. Green for envy, cream for serenity, brown for intensity. The words are never easy to find when you need them and they arrive too late. But sometimes they arrive on time.