Gray Spots

I see the world in color cats and dogs see in black and white I wonder if their range can detect the gray spots that exist in my heart I long for someone each day I wake up reaching out for them I think I'm addicted to feeling loved needed he caresses me I assume it's a prize whenever he kisses my lips I feel I must compromise myself He might not love me If I don't give him what I'm expected to He might not hug me If he only knew all I wanted was someone who could make these gray spots go away for good.