Will the white board still be white once the colour of the markers successfully blended in with the board (Are you still a "white board" once you get influenced by the people around you)

I sit around just wasting my days,
thinking about your selfish ways,
so I tried to write a poem about you,
but it keeps being about the person I once knew.
Innocent face,
you just walk with such grace,
yet you are a mess,
ruined in a slow pace.
Trust issues is all you have,
so you blame it on my behalf.

Journey,
through my,
shattered dreams of my love.
Journey,
through my,
past if that's what you want.

I hope you know that I loved you,
and till this day I swear it's true,
but I want you to move on,
cause of all the things I "haven't" done.

Couldn't think of a name earlier when you were sitting next to me so I'll just leave it like this and call it "Nameless" or even less than that

It's been a minute,
since you last said goodbye,
I just really hope,
that you'll never ever cry.
I know you're wrong,
yet I'll never tell you why,
trust me when I say,
I would much rather die.

Hold on,
let me breath for a moment,
you say life's too short,
but I really don't feel that,
nights don't pass,
my head is such a mess.
For the love of...
let me get some rest!

IV

Even I am scared,
scared this will just end one day,
I want you to stay.

III

If the consequence,
Is much greater than we planned,
promises be kept.

II

All the solutions,
they seem like they are farfetched,
Don't mess with my head.

I

In these sleepless nights,
my thoughts make me such a mess,
I have welcomed death.

You know when someone asks you what you're thinking about and you don't want to answer but yet you do it in a poem(happens all the time)

Round we go,
around my thoughts,
of the nights,
we never spent together.

Founded emotions,
on paint and ink,
smudged by napkins,
forming a blurry portrait.

Through the eyes of enjoyment,
I try to figure this out,
but I would never be able to make up what you're going on about.