Orange

It's complicated. Heart.
Sometimes I feel like nothing in this world could makes me love you less.
Except one thing.
Yellow comed before red. Like when you bought a box of crayons and you'll see the arangement of colors, it goes from  pinkish, yellow, orange, and red. There's a gap between them and Yellow goes first before Red come in.
For 9 years of my lige I'm full of Yellow. Then when I decide it's stupid to keep it for a lifetime, mine precisely, I decide to take off any colors in me. But that's just last for couple days. And I met him, I'm all about Red. If it's not because of Red, today I'm just a stupid girl, spent 11 of her 20th years alive to wait someone who don't give a fuck about what she had done.
But although I am Red doesn't mean I can't be Yellow sometimes, or feeling orange in those days when I'm so confused between past and present. It's like how a little guy had his first bicycle for the first time, then he learned how try ride motorcycle, then he's driving. Maybe sometimes he feel lonely and miss things he used to be so he ride bicylcle, and when he feels like something is wrong in his heart but he's not sure cause he's got an adult life to live he decide to ride motorcycle.
Supposing I had a car right now. And I know I used to love a bicycle I loved so much once but can't ride it, and there's so many time I've spent with motorcycle. And I wonder how can I fly, who can took me to the sky and explore the stars.