if traveling around a star
is a fight — and
it changed us that much
— no wonder they call it

a REV⊙LUTION

the green of the sea is the green I see
when I look in your eyes
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

do I long for things I don't hold
or is it fate that I don't find 'em
exactly because I long for 'em
                                                             ?

it finally
RAINED in MANILA

the thunderclaps were orchestral
the water splats — a van Gogh
on bus windows
against red tail lights

and people held their breaths
as the first drops of relief
hit their skins — a lover's kiss
at the end of a long day

the KISS
SWEET like CHERRIES
long before you knew
how they tasted

LONG like the LINES I TRACE
with my FINGERS
in the small of your back

WARM like your BREATH
on my NECK
just before you wake up

just                                     
before                  
we
                do it
                                  again

some spa____ces
we only                           
fill
                                      for someone
while they're (gone)

let's not skip the part where I confess
and go straight to heartbreak

love can
sometimes
feel like

it's a CHAIN-SMOKER
with asthma

sorry ≠ apology

Looking back
on the moments we had,
all I see now are dead things
and broken people

I thought they were beautiful,
flowers in full bloom,
until they were picked
and were laid on gravestones

𓇢𓆸
HERE LIES
     usㅤ