what is it about love

that turns a boring routine into an adventure,

bad days doesn’t seem too grey,

the weight on the shoulder is no longer get carried alone,

all of the sudden ‘living’ has a completely different tone to it.

what is it about love

that is more addictive than your choice of escape?

what is it about love that made you look at every hallway you walk by and yet you keep still forget to look left and right while crossing the road?

when it’s not there, you become homesick—even after years and years of not having it, you’re still longing for those feelings that was once shared with you.

how you’ve become when you’re in love, look at the reflection on the mirror, don’t you miss those glistening eye?

but what is it about love,

that it seems like it’s avoiding me?

days turn into months and then years— yes you meet a bunch but no one seems to make you wanna reopen the door that you’ve forced shut before,

‘maybe it’s me, I’m the problem…?’

but it can’t be cause it’s not like you’re on your own, it’s just no matter how hard you try; nothing blooms, nothing take roots.

regardless, I still believe in love

and I have a feeling that sooner or later, love is going to come knocking on my door

and maybe it’s the way he talks, or the way his eyes disappeared when he laughs—but you just know that maybe, just maybe: “this is it.”