Silver days.

What if?

 What if?

 What if?

 What if I said that I was in love?

And

 What could?

 What could?

 What could?

What could these feelings be reflective of?

What could it be like to feel 

 Another human's appeal?

 What would it feel like if I let somebody into my world?

What could it be like to see

 Another human with me?

 What would it be like if I never let my feelings unfurl? 

I grow,

I show,

I know,

How toxic jaded exes can be.

And if you don't let go, it'll seep into all that you see.

Love isn't black and white

It's steeped in shades of gray and mystique.

And holding on to shards is more than depressing

It's more like oblique...

Love is a wild and wonderous battlefield

A dance of tiny fears,

 Flexible spears,

 And impassable shields.

Finding balance is key if you want it to last for some years. 

And...

I've cried a hundred thousand

No, I've cried millions of tears.

I learned to drown the feelings 

With fine wines, 

 Thick blunts,

 And foreign beers. 

What if I were to say

 "Hey Baby

 Maybe I am in love."

Love is but our perception 

 Of the only ones we dream of.

It comes in different shades

 And shapes

 Ans sizes that we never thought of.

Say what will be, will be.

And take the silver days as they come.