I fell for a vision,
For a thought yet to
root in deep.
For a dream that was still
Looking for eyes asleep.
I fell for you,
For a you that wasn't you.
Then you began to unravel
And I saw drops of blood on the sheets.
I saw you strip
I saw you unpeel.
I tried to cover you with
Whatever I could feel.
Behind the stare of your eyes,
Was another face,
I did not recognise.
It growled and glared
Not so much at me
But at all it was trying to hide.
What I saw turned me cold.
It was an auction
And the butcher cried out 'sold'.
I ran as fast as I could
As far from you and my shreds.
But it isn't easy to escape
From ravages of one's soul.
I still feel your pincers on my nape
Even as you try to take on
A different shape
I am now an eon away
On the precipice of
a shadow I stagger
But every now and then
I can still hear.
the cold metallic clang
Of your two tongued dagger.
I love your gentle ways and tender heart. Wth such sweetness you say my name that honey fills every nook and cranny. You make devotion drip from my lips and hands every second whether it be night or day. My cautious heart knows not what it is to wait for it fell for you so completely it forgot what hesitation was. Every day I give thanks for you soothed every fear in me, and showed me what true sincerity was in every gesture, in every minute spent. Oh baby, you are the reason this heart beats so joyously in my chest, and I am filled to the brim with every good thing. Never let me go for I am entirely yours, and I promise I will do the same. Forever is too short of a word for this love that beats between us.
You were a storm of fire in my heart; such a bright light I could always find you in the dark.
Ang pakawalan ka'y paglaya ko rin.
No One is Waiting For Me
As I come home with a heavy back
I don't see anyone waiting for me at the gates,
Only shadows of myself welcoming my fate.
The train line passes across my house
My bedroom resides in a dark corner
Pieces of blade grow from my palms
Each day, growing closer to my throat.
The gallows far away scare me to death.
- a quick nap is much needed.
And when I turned to faced grief, I saw that it was just love in a heavy coat.
oh my darling,
my anger has always been gentle
swallowed like a bitter pill
with all the ease of a swig of wine
my breaths become calmer
hands more purposeful and careful
i hold onto the glass just a bit tighter
take care not to look at myself in the mirror
(not that there's anyone to see)
to keep from putting a fist through it
oh my darling,
my anger has always been gentle,
far gentler than my love can ever be
i love like a storm, a hurricane
slow to build, to burn,
but i fall so hard not even
all the king's men can put me back together again
leaving nothing but destruction and pain
when i'm gone
oh, but isn't violence too a thing of beauty?
to love so fully you destroy yourself
leaving only sharp edges and broken glass
and the ghost of who i used to be
you see, my darling,
i have always been taught my anger is a beast to be controlled
to be kept tightly on a leash
oh love, that wonderful conundrum
well, no one ever taught me how to love
quite like you
and your love
enveloped me like a wildfire
so strong it made my wings melt
“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.”
— Helen Keller
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Imagine having someone miss you, yearn for your presence. They think of you so fondly, find pieces of you hidden in their favorite novels and tucked away inside the prettiest songs. To them, you are the dark and comforting embrace of a storm, the gentle caress of a dream. A friend, a lover, whomever they may be, they make you understand the word, LOVE.
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
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Distance from others, distance from self.
Stranger danger they used to tell us, but what if the danger was no stranger but simply ourselves?
I look back at us like looking at photo albums - just remembering the good stuff. I don't feel my throat drying or losing air like I used to before. I look back at us like a child reminiscing the old days - zero regrets and no what ifs. We were each other's plot twist but we are never meant to have the 'together-forever-happily-ever-after'. Honestly, it's okay. I made peace with it.
I hope you did too.
There was a war
Inside my head
And I didn't
Want you near it.
You said that
I wasted your time
But you never even
Okay lang. Okay ka lang.