It's funny how the people who broke us before are the reason why we are whole today.

Para bang isinilang tayo mundo
upang umibig
at mabigo nang paulit-ulit.

Minahal ko siya noong natapos na niya akong mahalin.

Gusto kong malaman mo na naging mahalaga ka bawat segundo
Hindi lamang sa tuwing may problema ako
Kundi pati sa mga oras na kinakailangan kong ngumiti kahit hindi ako sigurado
Baka nga talagang minahal kita ngunit hindi ako naging handang sabihin ito
Hanggang sa dumating ang oras na nakahanap ka nang bago't ang sagot ko'y naging isang lihim at minabuting sikreto.

Hanggang kailan nga ba tayo maghihintay sa panahong hindi naman para sa atin?
Palaga'y ko'y gagawa na naman ng paraan ang tadhana upang tayo'y bitinin

Hindi ako handang tumanggap ng panibagong taong aking maikukwento sa ilalim ng tala at buwan
kung ang tanging kahihinatnan lamang ay mabigat na kasawian.

Kung hahanapin ko ang ugat ng sakit na nararamdaman ko,
Baka mahanap ko ang daan pabalik sa'yo.

Sinulatan kita ng isang awiting para lamang sa ating dalawa
At sa mga segundong tumutugtog ito pinagmamasdan ko na lamang kung paano mo isayaw ang iba

Sa mundong walang kasiguraduhan
ikaw ang aking tiyak na kasagutan

I was war and you were not prepared for it.
And if being prepared was a choice,
it was never one of your priorities.

You were always worth a thousand words
and for you, I was only worth one goodbye.

I left the people who loved me at my worst
for someone who only loved me at my best.

Is it too early to say
that out of all the houses I've been to
your arms was the only place I called home?

I could write a hundred poems
about how you left
and I will still be here asking myself why.

This was our dream.
To dance barefoot under the moonlight
and the night skies
like nobody's watching.

And then it happened.
One night we were dancing in the street
barefoot, under the moonlight
and the night skies
just like as promised.

Only with a different person,
and it's no longer me.

February came,
And then you left.

I love broken things,
But I don't love myself.

My mother never sang a lullaby to put my little sister and I to sleep,
She took every silence that sits in the room and plays a piece of music-so loud only my father could handle when she sings.

Then, we'd watch them threw each line from a song that never seems to end.
The music that we'd rather have our ears cut off than to listen.

In the morning we'd pretend like nothing ever happened.
It was the time when I feared the noise, and mostly everything that speaks.

When I was a little girl,
About eleven years old.

I saw how the world ended,
And how it turned cold.

I need someone to hold,
Not only when the night is cold.

Missing you comes in waves,
And tonight I'm drowning.

There is no exact definition of love,
Love is when someone suddenly came along
and finally gave it a meaning.

It's crazy when people demand to be forgotten

when they gave us so much

to remember.

For fourteen years,

I have been depending so much of my happiness

to everyone I met

as if they owe their life to me

when friendship is all they can offer

and staying wasn't part of it.

I cannot heal overnight

I do not just weep and cry

and wake up the next morning

expecting the wound

has finally dried.

And though your love is temporary

It's something I have and still carry

Deep in the strings of my heart

I badly need to tear apart.

Why didst thou promise such an everlasting love?

When thy love has come to flee

And forever leave me be.

When the lights are off

And you're all alone

Find a light in the darkness

And you'll find home.

Look at the mirror
Tell me what you see
Is it someone from the magazine
Or
Is it someone who wishes to be?

It must have hurt to stare at every flaw and imperfection
Could it be the mirror's fault, for showing an awful reflection?

Oh poor little lady,
I seriously pity
How come she does not see
The beauty behind the insecurity

People will tell you it'll be okay
even if they are the ones
who made you feel this way.

love
makes your heart whole
love
breaks your poor soul
love
rolls your mind
and pours on pretty lies.

She thought the words were enough to describe the way she felt
the moment she couldn't feel anything at all
as if the paper and the pen
could heal
what hurts
the
most

Words come off easily from our mouths,
so quickly we forgot,
how words meant,
once it was said.

Our eyes quickly judge from what it sees,
than knowing deeper what is best
yet the worst to be.

Our tongue defined the strangers that meets the eye,
describing one another,
a hurtful lie.
And these things came, So much the more thereby.

Every time, I open my eyes
I just look at the sky
remembering the times
before you said goodbye

Standing here all alone,
heart shattered into pieces,
turned into stone.

Seeing your shadow, wherever I go,
regretting the things I should have said,
and you should have known.

I missed calling your name
but things went rough
and you thought our feelings were the same.

I thought of leaving
but you chose to stay;
making me realise
I'm worth the wait.

Isn't there anything she can handle?
rather than the pain she's holding?
the one that aches every night,
as she stays awake
feeding the monster inside?
As she feels the wounds
suddenly opening up
every time there are no one else awake
but her thoughts trying to hug her tight?
rather than the voices she hears
whenever she feels lonely
and only see
the mistakes she made in the past
-which she could not change.
Isn't there anything much she can handle,
rather than this?

Ready your ears,
remove your fears

let your mind hear
the hurtful truths
rather than the comforting lie
mostly heard,
by the youth.

Our mind is polluted
by the false informations
we believed in.
As we turned away from the reality,
where honesty lives in.

We lie in the bed of lies,
where we sleep on the dreams
where sincerity "seems" real.

Society intents a deep-state lies
where unmindful people
accepts what is seen and heard
on the screen.

I opened my eyes

and opened two gifts

in front of me is a blessing;

in front of me was you.

Not everything has an explanation

sometimes,

silence do the thing.

We aren't friends

We aren't enemies

We are just strangers

full of memories

At first,

words did matter,

but as time flies,

I looked for the actions.

It's like a bit of death,

our spirit is grieving,

our soul is crying.

Not a single word was said;

my emotion died inside myself.

The lights are off,
the night has come.
Everyone is fast asleep,
apart from me.
The shadows heard my agonies,
when the night had strike.
I couldn't move,
I couldn't talk,
the shadows are hugging me altogether
I found myself a family.

This is how things work,
People are your friends online
but how come they don't see you in real life?
People say they love you all at once
but how come they just pass by you everytime?
People say that they've been missing you
but how come they just stare at you when you appeared in their eyes?
People say a lot of things online;
We are always hiding our identity
through technology
that we forgot how to communicate in real life.

All we do is to lie down

with the same bed of sorrows;

hug the pillow of tears,

and wrap ourselves with a blanket of fear.

One day, three autumns.

That's how slow time becomes

when I miss someone that I love.

No words can express
how lonely I am at night
When I'm captivated by the shadows that hides under my bed;
No cup can measure
the tears I've shed,
when I'm hugging the memory
of you and I
in my head.