I remember the night you held my hand and kissed my scars.

I remember the night you wiped my tears and said you'll be right here by my side.

I remember the night you walked with me under the city lights and made me feel alright.

I remember the night you pinched my nose when you ****** me off.

I remember the night you tried to kiss me under a tree.

I remember the night you promised not to leave me.

I remember every night I spent with you, especially the night you said we can't be lovers because you want me to be not in your past, but to always be in your present. The night when everything we had was set aside. The night you chose to ignore me.

I remember the night you chose to live your life, and I chose to die each day.

I remember the night when we chose to break our promises- your feet and my blades had gone through the same distance.

If it's easy like breathing,
I'd let it out of my chest,
I'd hold my breath, get rid of you,
Until there's nothing left, I'm dead.

Remember the first time you killed me?
You left, came back said sorry,
I was a fool to forgive my murderer,
Who cares? I love you anyway.

I'm broken by you,
And it's you who can fix me,
But I know you can't now,
You don't glue things up,
When you find them useless.

I feel so useless, cheated on,
To think you're with her,
When I still want you with me.
Isn't it unfair?
Remember I was your everything
Before you loved hurting me,
And I still love you.

Is it a sin to love a sinful person?
Is it wrong to love someone who does wrong?

What's the point of fixing things and breaking them again?
I'd rather be broken,
I'd rather be played than feel nothing at all.

Hindi ko alam kung bakit pa nagtataka,
Kung bakit pa nagtatanong kung may pag-asa pa,
Bakit pa nga ba aasa pa?
Kung ang pag-asa ay sa simula pa lang ay wala talaga.

Ilang taong  nagsikap para makita mo na ang pagmamahal ko ay hindi katulad ng kaniya,
Para kapag sinabing “nag-iibigan” ay tayo ang magiging kahulugan at hindi ang halimbawa,
Na hindi na mananatiling konsepto ang “magkasama tayong tatanda”,
At hindi na mananatiling pangako ang “hindi ka na mag-iisa”.

Pero ang tayo’y parang ningas na hindi man lang naglagablab ay namatay na,
Parang apoy na hindi pa man nagbaga ay agad inapula,
Na hanggang ngayon tinatanong kung bakit nagpipilit umalab para sa iba,
Kung kaya namang huwag upusin ang mga sarili sa piling ng isa’t isa.

Ako’y nakagapos sa iyong pagmamahal na hindi naman talaga naging akin,
Kinukulong sa hawla ng kahibangan na baka sakali mag-iba ang ihip ng hangin,
At sa wakas ay ako’y iyong pakakawalan sa kadena ng pag-iilusyon,
Baka sakaling ang tayo’y magiging bahagi ng kasaysayan at hindi na piksyon.

Pero ang kasaysayan nating hindi pa man nagsisimula ay nais nang isulat ng iba,
Isang taong nagsusumikap maging bayani sa bawat yugto, naghihintay na mabigyang halaga,
Na sa akin ay nagtatanong, “magiging tayo kaya?”
At bago siya masagot, ay kailangan pang magtanong sa’yo, “magiging tayo kaya?”

Kasi kung hindi, hindi ko na ipipilit ang sarili ko at tatanggapin ko na,
Na sa pagtupad ng pangarap kong pagpapalaya mo sa’kin sa kadena ay iba ang nakatakda,
At  sa piling niya, baka sakaling makuha kong maging lubusang masaya,
At ako naman, hindi na ikaw, hindi na ang damdamin mo ang nakataya.

Kasi kung hindi, hahayaan ko siyang apulahin ang aking apoy na nag-aalab para sa’yo,
At gisingin ako sa katotohanang nauupos na ako, nauubos na ako,
Na kaya ang tayo ay parang ningas na hindi lumalagablab kasi hindi pala ikaw ang baga,
Hindi pala dapat ako umasa.

If I have forever to say these things,
I'll just play a never-ending song.
I will scream at the top of my lungs,
to let everyone know I have a someone like you.

There might be a lot of things I don't have,
but I have you.

Two different worlds,
two different souls,
now live as one.
You've let me see,
right through your eyes,
the light in the dark.

I may not have everything,
but I have you.

What's with Valentine's Day,
I'm not with you anyway,
What's with the flowers and chocolates?
What's with the red shirts on dates?

I've been crying here for years,
Now I'm drowning in my tears,
Because when the moon replaced the sun,
You left, you're gone.

Now I'm struggling every 14th of February,
It all began since you left me,
My colorful world turned blue,
The night you stopped saying, "I love you".

I don't care about Cupid's arrow,
Because what I had in love is sorrow,
Vows, promises, said not made,
Cuts me down like a blade.

What's with kissing doves?
If you don't know how to love?
What's with Valentine's Day?
I'm not with you anyway.

We have been loving right,
The wrong persons we knew,
Later out of your sight,
And seems no one suits you.

We have been wondering,
Forever searching,
The love that we knew,
Everyone's been wanting.

We never had a clue,
Baby it's me and you,
We are a match,
Made in heaven.

We are trying so hard,
Just to be perfect with them,
Never thought that we'd be
Perfect for the two of us.

Come take my hand,
Forget what's behind,
Come fly with me,
Together to infinity.

To someone who's really dear,
Cheers to another year!
You're one year older,
But age is just a number.

I just want to use this opportunity,
To thank you for putting up with me,
For the times when I'm nothing but gloomy,
You're there to cheer me up, to make me happy.

May you achieve everything you desire,
Never be afraid to dream, to aspire,
As long as you have that passion burning like fire,
Your dreams will take you somewhere higher.

Always smile, always be happy,
Even if life is sometimes ******,
Sorry if this poem is really sappy,
I just wanna wish you a happy birthday, Jeffrey!

Growing up and knowing you give me sighs of bliss,
Didn't you say we're Patroclus and Achilles?
That  we are one soul abiding in two bodies,
Just for you, my best friend, I will make a promise.

You said that if Patroclus' fate's same with mine,
You'll try to make Achilles' fate same with thine
Our corpse lying next to each other would be sign,
Of a true, intimate friendship that is sublime.

Bringing those memories we made in Macedon,
The celebrations of battles we've always won,
I never lost, because I'm with you, Hephaestion,
My only defeat's when I lost you and you're gone.

I am just a general, and you are a king,
We have this love, but this love can do us nothing,
Love is not all that both of us will be needing,
You need an heir, we need wives we'll be marrying.

But even though now I have an heir and a wife,
It would be still you and me in the afterlife,
Even if it means I will be stabbed by a knife,
I'd love you, even this kind of love is not rife.

But even if we died and left this world early,
In separate deathbeds, we made love intimately,
Even if I made my last hurrah without thee,
You kept that promise, that nobody promised me.

When I pack my bags and leave,
Dear, don't think I really want to go,
It's just hard for me to believe,
The love you speak but never show.

And if I go, would you ask me to stay,
And eventually learn how to love me?
I guess, you'd just watch me fade away,
Because for you, letting go is easy.

When I pack my bags and leave,
Dear, please remember that I tried,
But giving up is not just for the naive,
In love, even the strongest could get tired.

I am not that kind of girl that all of your friends would talk about,
And probably not the kind of girl that other girls would be jealous of.
I'm not the girl who could confidently show off her skin at the beach,
And not the girl that could look flawless in pictures.

But you know I'm the kind of girl who would do anything for someone who matters most- you.
Because I don't care if they'd like me or not,
I can't be the girl that they want.
But I'd definitely do my best to be the girl you love.

Sometimes, I want to ask you about how you feel about me.  
I want to ask you if you love me but, I just don't have the guts to ask you.
Maybe you're too busy to answer.
Maybe you're not in the mood to answer.
I'm just scared to mess things up.
For I messed up several times,
And I thought you'd love me less,
Or leave me.
But I'm glad you didnt.
I'm glad you didn't give up.
But I know,
The time will come when you can no longer put up with the mess I make.
One day, you'd probably ask yourself, "is she worth it?"
And maybe, you'd just ignore me.
Maybe, find someone who's worth it.
And maybe, you'd finally be with someone who asks less.
And maybe I'd end up with nothing
But, all the mess I made.
But guess what?
And I would still find joy with that.
Because whenever I see these mess,
I know,
I tried.
I loved.

If everything does not make sense,
I hope you would still understand,
I am trying my best,
This is my first time.

Of all the things in this world,
The most difficult thing for me to write about is love,
I have been into relationships,
But I have never been in love.

All I know are tragic things,
I had this urge to write about love
But what do I know?
I have never been in love.

Yes,  I had relationships but I have never been in love,
Ask me a thing about how love feels, I wouldn't know,
I'm sorry that after all these years, all I have ever been are lies
And not in love.

And now, I just realized I made a poem about love-
maybe bitterness.