Sometimes I wish you would stop telling me white lies. Tell me honestly, do you like seeing me second guess myself? Do you appreciate me begging for your trust only to receive nothing close to how you actually feel? You forget what your heart is telling you and you speak your insincere opinion. Just be honest with me, it’s not that difficult.
Instead, how about you tell me a red lie, at least it has flavor. Inform me of a blue lie, little regretful but it shows me what I’m missing. Illustrate yellow lies to me, show me the sun that I’ve been missing for years because of you. Fill me in on all the purple lies you kept from me, they’re beautiful, just like myself. Describe the green lies that I know you’re guilty of, tell me all the colorful lies and words you want to say to me but spare me the pain of having the emptiness and purity of the white ones. You don’t get it, do you? Do we have anything if we don’t have honesty, or do you just enjoy untold secrets and bending the truth?
