Sometimes the best thing to do
is
to let things slip away
like that beautiful sunset
you wish never
ended.

I  cannot help but puncture my heart
of the belief that it has found the one

I love something about today
I love how it masquerades the gloom it is
I love how it saturates the air with sugarcoated lies
I love how it hums the corrupted song of promises
I love how it blankets its hostile arms around me
I love how its rusty rays slouch on my skin
I love how I am enthralled with its grimy charm
Just like how I was intoxicated by your stale love
I love how it reminds me of you.

It is simply not the place you belong
or people you love
but where you have your roots attached
where you hid all your childhood treasure
that can never be shoved and be embedded somewhere
foreign.