Being honest may not get you a lot of friends but it’ll always get you the right ones
After I met you,
I started dreaming in colors.
And that’s saying a lot
for someone who’s only known
what it feels like
to live in the dark.
I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.
When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people.