I write about everything but I don’t even know what I wrote.
I sleep too much that I don’t even know what is reality.
I put too much sugar that I don’t even know if it’s still a coffee.
I put too much love that I don’t even know if it’s real or just an ecstasy.

I smile at everything — I don’t even know what I like.
I notice everything that I don’t even know where I’m at.
I have so much to show that I don’t even know what to display.
I have so much in my mind that I’m afraid I have nothing to say.

"Do you like me?"
Words I wish you'd ask me,
cuz it's easier to answer that question
than to explain what I feel for you.

I hate the gym when
you're not there—
avoiding empty chairs,
saving a spare—
for you,
hoping that maybe you'd sit too.
I fix my hair when you're around,
removing anything
you might not like.

I watch all the movies you recommend.
Cant help but notice every
move you make and spend.
I smirk when you smile once in a while— Electrified,
and when you're not around,
I write these lines—
lines you might not even like.

I feel jealous when you laugh at another man's joke,
wishing somehow it
  came
from
me.
Speaking of wishes, I hope you're always
five feet away from me,
'cause my thoughts never fails to reminds me of you.
Keeping you close enough
to ease my longing;
far enough and
terrified to approach you.

You look good in the morning, afternoon, and evening.
You sound like the voice of an autumn sky, I'm going.
You feel like the sunlight passing through the leaves, I'm smiling.
the first taste of coffee in the morning, a slight rush I feel each time your name rings.
You're like a flower no bee could ever dream of ignoring.
You're the birdsong in the forest that sweetly tweets deep,
and at last you're the warm pillow I look for each night I go to sleep.

I've figured something about my dreams.
They come alive when I’m exhausted—
when I’m distracted,
when I haven’t slept right in days.
That’s when they find me—
the dreams where I’m with you.
Where we exist.

Existence I had of you until I wake up.
Every night, I break myself—
tear myself down longing for you,
lie in bed killing parts of me
until my body Stops;
”I can't do this every time."
I'll never have you
living a thousand dreams looking for you.
And yet...

for a moment—just a moment—
I get to be with you.
the idea of you.
And in that place,
I'm whole.
A moment I can enjoy
for the next five seconds
before these eyes of mine opens
and forget everything.

I woke up with a phone screen to my face.
A habit now, one my mind cannot erase.
Like a certain path I walk without delay,
Our message thread, I keep hitting replay.

Laughters without a shade,
Lines that never fade.
Moments I have to spare,
In screens my immediate stare.
I waited for hours, couldn't bear to check the clock
Waited so long, the roosters began to flock.

In our chat box — how long as it been?
Since we talked for hours, since we lifted our chin?
When time are slipping away,
When we have so much to say.
With my never ending questions,
In your thoughtful explanations.

But with every start, there comes an end.
Our words wear thin, no more to be send.
I closed my eyes once you end with goodbyes —
A cycle that waits for another sunrise.

So — I Love You
I don’t mean “I love you”
like I like you or I want you.
I mean it like a vow —
etched in silence,
whispered through storms,
unchanged by the weather of your heart.

I love you
as in — no matter what you do to me,
I’ll still be scratching my eyes
just to catch your shadow in the dark.

I love you
like you could never disappoint me.
You could leave me shattered,
and I'd still piece together my hope
in the shape of your name.

You complete me —
not like a final puzzle piece,
but a missing sound
in a song I’ve been humming my whole life.

I can’t enjoy this world
without the way you look at it.

I love you
more than winning,
more than pride,
more than the sun on my back on a good day.
If you fall, I’d trade my joy
just to carry your burden.

You make me forget my dreams
because in your presence,
I sleep in visions
painted better than anything I ever planned.

If I had to choose
what to do forever —
something tiring, something slow —
I'd choose to be bored,
loving you.

So — I love you.
Not as a promise.
Not as a wish.
But as a truth.
A quiet, burning truth
I live by.

When the class is Over,
I don't wanna take the next jeep passing by.
I can see you right there but yet so far.

As these jeepneys go by,
for a moment could glance at you without a shy.

I, cherishing this very situation.
you standing there, with your obvious frustration.

You're angry because these jeepneys are out of seats.
While I sorrow thinking this is the last time we will meet.