She asked for an explanation, she won't see it

So, I'm back here again
I thought another visit to my writing desk
Would make it easier to remember
Exactly why I wanted to forget you

The ink spills onto paper, forming words
It can't reflect
The black and white you invoke in me
Or even the shades of grey.

But, see, there's the problem
I'm not black and white
or some mix thereof
I'm a darker blue than dusk's sky
A brighter green than the leaves outside
A deeper red than the slash on my arm
After all, being monochromatic only
Brings out the colors that people despise
But I digress.  This was supposed to be an explanation
Or maybe confession is a better term

So many times, I've tried to explain this
But those three words don't seem to get to you
Maybe if I could find a way to say them
That nobody has before
But I can't
I suppose that makes me a shitty poet.

I guess I'll settle for another message
Sent from the bottom of my heart
That you'll read with another boy's taste on your lips