Puzzling, Complicated, and Colorful

I stumbled across this thing while sitting in front of my laptop.

you're a passionate kiss on Sunday, a cold cheek on Tuesday
my car has never witnessed such confusion
you've weathered tears through the years
but the public never sees you without a smile
even while pushing me away, you smile
brushing me off with a child-like gesture
if your gestures were colors, you'd look like a fun-fair
these are all part of your beauty, not in an obvious way
because art demands scrutiny
and it took me a while before figuring this out
you're puzzling, complicated and colorful
just like a Rubick's Cube, you're beautiful

Shot

Random short poem I found. Sounds so depressing, but accepting at the same time.

I can't blame you for this. I should've seen it coming.
It was my fault, I suppose.
I provided the gun.
I provided the ammo.
I provided the easy target.
Come on now, baby.
Put me out of my misery.
Here we go, will you pull the trigger now?