I love him so much
I have surrendered my evenings to him
The colors, the breeze
all dedicated to him
I filled my pages for him
Woven words for him
My thoughts are his
My heart is his
The melody of the summer breeze is his
My days are his
But he is naive
He does not see
And sometimes I am furious
But when he holds my hand
Even for a split second
It seems like it is all worth it

She has a heart of gold
you would not know
until you mine deeper.

Wait
Not now
Maybe tomorrow
When I gather all of the broken pieces
So you don't step on the remnants of my yesterdays

What happens after you love me to the moon and back?

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.