Smudge

I love the blurry lines

We write when we try to describe

Two halves as separate wholes

I love it when others dare to define them

Coloring them darker

With sharper words and ideas

But it doesn't take

It never does

As if you could switch

From one to the other

Without watching their colors mix and bleed

As if you could look

Without seeing the in between 

I love to see the faces

When they realize their mistake

If there is one at all

The smudge of colors that is

Us