Someone’s ray of sunlight will always be my ray of sunlight
But I don’t know why it’s different with you
That day when it didn’t feel like a day
But an hour
Of you and I, the rest blurring out of the picture,
You smiled.
And that was the game changer.
I was scared of that smile
Scared of the joy evident through those eyes
Scared of the possibility of the future
Because I knew your happiness depended on mine
And I knew somehow I could break that smile
I don’t want to.
That’s why I left without saying goodbye
Like a coward.
But you, a fool.
You shouldn’t have smiled.

The only light in the vast expanse of darkness
When there are no stars to light up the night sky.
The moon, in every phase, continuously illuminates
With the right kind of light, not the blinding one.
It brightens my day in a way that the sun can't.

The sun has a wondrous beauty of its own
But I have always loved the moon.

All it takes is one
One person who'll understand,
Who knows,
And accepts.
You don't even need to fix
Or glue the pieces together
You just have to pick them up.
Pick them up and embrace them.
For broken things don't always need fixing,
Just acceptance of the fact that they are broken
Until time will mend and bring the pieces back together.

Maybe this is the reason why I usually want the heroine of a story
To end up with the second guy-
He usually has the traits of an antagonist.
Because I understand exactly how it feels like
To be misunderstood, to be constantly treated like the villain,
To know that I'm flawed,
And to have people point it out as if I don't already know.
I've always hoped for antagonists to have their happy ending, as well.
Everybody deserves a happy ending.
Though I know it doesn't always end that way.

All it takes is one
One person brave enough to pick up the pieces
Knowing it might cut him in the process
But tells himself it'll be worth it.
One.

Side by side we lie on the rooftop
The night sky, our neverending ceiling
I don't know why I suddenly thought then
Maybe I should write a poem again.

Can we stare at the stars like the sun won't appear?
Can we just forget the world and lay here?
I dread for the day to come and the sun to rise
For I know that tonight is our temporary paradise.

Our heads just barely touching, an inch of space in between
Our hearts trying to reach out but our minds hesitating
It is not a cruel fate nor a cruel life
If I was allowed even just for a moment to have you by my side.

Why not look through the glass instead of looking at the raindrops on the window?
I wondered.
It rained yesterday.
I was on the passenger seat of a jeepney looking at the raindrops on the window, on my way home.
It is not usually like this. I don't usually think of the rain as a bane to my existence or as an obstruction to my path.
I think of it as a beautiful lyricless song that one would usually play on repeat, the words would unconsciously form inside your mind, your heart making a lyrics of its own.
Because the heart usually knows something that the brain knows nothing of.
But yesterday was different.
I looked at the rearview mirror and saw the passengers at the back.
One was holding a phone, talking in a hushed voice,  another passenger was looking at me intently through the mirror, and the others were looking outside- perhaps, eager to go home or reliving their day just as I was.
Perhaps, it was because of my day.
How it went.
How I went to school and felt empty.
How everything felt meaningless the moment I heard that the person who used to be my friend didn't extend the same courtesy I would have given her by saying directly to my face what she wanted to say instead of going behind my back.
Coward.
But I, a fool.
Perhaps it was that.
Or maybe it was when I shared my problems to someone
And asked him to show me the brighter side of the picture
But he showed me how I was the dark picture, instead.
I, a fool.
Perhaps it was that.
Or perhaps it was when I decided to write a novel
But when I held the pen
It felt unfamiliar
Beneath my fingers.
Perhaps it was that.
Or the days that I have punished myself by remembering him.
Perhaps it was that.
Perhaps it was not the rain.
Perhaps it was the way I looked at the raindrops on the window instead of looking through the glass.