Do not be so sweet
That people will eat you up.
Nor so bitter that
They will spit you out.
I’m too tired of writing all the nice things I feel, as it doesn’t happen as often as how I’d feel all the other kinds of feeling.
Like the day where we’d stare at each other and just have an empty thought, and how it’ll be awkward until we finally look away.
How it feels like nothing ever happens and well, I literally don’t have a spot in your life and how I’m putting so much effort making you a part of my daily life.
But it doesn’t work that way.
It will never do.