I Don'T Like Sunsets

I don't like sunsets anymore. I don't enjoy staring at the bright hues and that familiar vibrant color. I don't like reminiscing the obscure past It keeps on reminding me that some things don't last. I don't like wasting my time facing the once magical sky I only tend to question myself over and over again--why? I don't want to look back on those colorful patterns of palletes I only feel remorseful, sighing deep with countless regrets. I don't want to describe how scenic is the painted skies, It only remind me of your wicked, constant lies. I no longer admire the orange, red, yellow, pink and purple streaks It only pushes these damn tears to outline my cheeks I don't care about how picturesque the view of the setting sun is All I care is how to get rid of this mess. I want to go back to who I was before¬ Vibrant, cheerful, full of hopes and vigor¬ That's why I don't like sunsets anymore.