i have since then lost the ability to feel love
ever since i failed to make you feel that i did
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 11:37 PM UTC
had i known that we'd be strangers again
i would have called you by your name
more often than i had when we were still together
and to compensate for what i haven't done for so long
i recite your name like they are words from my favorite song
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 11:15 PM UTC
as the void in my soul
pulls me towards its center
with both hands tied together,
i can't seem to remember the last time i held yours
and it seems that forever has passed by
no— it's been an eternity
since mine last held grasp of your soul
and had conversations with the billions of pieces
that make it up—
tiny bits of your identity
i once all knew
now?
i don't seem to know whether they're still part of you—
or has your soul been shattered too much
that more pieces have made their presence
making up the very essence of you
that mine lost the opportunity to touch
what i do know
every piece that make up your soul
is part of a perfectly-fitted-never-ending puzzle—
an ever-evolving beautiful masterpiece
no one could ever take apart
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 3:40 PM UTC
almost three years since then
and a year since the other
yet, i still cannot forgive myself
and i still think about you
over and over
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 3:12 PM UTC
if your eyes look at me
like i'm some stranger
would it be possible that we
start everything over?
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC
i thought the days will start to get warmer
despite the cold breeze and the cold frozen sugar
melting in the warmth of our tongues-
they just got colder as soon as we're done
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
just when i thought that my wells have dried up- buckets fill as i pull them back up
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 4:02 PM UTC
whenever i try to sleep past midnight
i always get a call that would keep me up
it's from sadness
asking if i am okay
i'll tell how it went- the rest of my day
and sadness would listen,
sadness would stay
but i usually keep our conversation short
not any more than an hour or past two,
because if it kept going,
and the more time passes by
the more time for regret to arrive
and would want to talk to me too
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 3:06 PM UTC
i like to believe that i rarely think of you
but my dreams always prove me otherwise
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
underneath the borrowed light of borrowed time
wide awake in a sleeping town
of what used to be a garden of words;
from the silence we made sentences
of the things we promised to never forget
outstretched in the horizon,
an empty sight,
an empty site,
an empty skeleton we once considered our home–
not the ones we grew up in,
but the one we grew up in
filled with all the half-hearted dreams
we screamed silently to the top of our lungs,
so as to not disturb the sleeping sun
so as to not be heard by the eavesdropping wind,
because somehow we always knew-
by the moment the sun wakes up to reclaim its lent light and time
by the moment the wind blows all the secrets it couldn't keep,
from what used to be vibrant yellow petals-
turned to seeds of white and gray,
our dandelion dreams shall be carried away
and so do our forgotten promises
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC