"I am invincible."

This, I am echoing,
while picking the shredded
pieces of me.

I will rebuild myself,
with a self-worth relying
not on the pillars of another,
nor shall I stand on the
opinion of anybody.

But every block
piles to put up the
very essence of me;
vulnerable but kind,
strong but sensitive,
decisive but gentle.

And nothing or no one
shall be able to ruin me again,
because I had been reconstructed.

And because my groundwork
is not hatred,
but love.

Love for myself.

-qyf

My heart is hollow
but, is
occupied.

I am still consumed,
by him,
like his hold still
creeps on to my skin.

In his absence, why
there love still
exists, and is
emboldened.


-qyf

I am a vessel
full of memories.

Of our past.

That is all the
load
I carry,
all along,
against the
relentless waves
of sorrow
wallowed by
my wrecked heart.

I chose to carry
you,
in the sea of
my collected tears,

for without it,
your memories,

I won't thrive
to breathe.


-qyf

I saw the grass bowed when the wind blows.
And saw my beau beside me, welcomed it with awe.
He closed his eyes and spread his arms so wide,
Embracing the wind, like a groom embracing his bride.

He reached for my cold hands and drew his face near,
Felt his life as he whispered to my ear
"Dear, when I die, don't ever think I abandoned you
I will summon the wind to hug you when it blows."

Those scenes awakened me in the middle of the night
My dream killed me in dreadful fright
I remember the horror I had yesterday
When the wind blew and snatched him away

Before my eyes, I saw him fought and strived,
Before my eyes, I saw him breathed his last and died,
My spirit so filled and whelmed with morose,
As I threw into his tomb a fresh picked rose.

I cried and buried my head to my pillow,
Then I heard the wind knocking at my window,
I opened it and welcomed the wind with tears
I closed my eyes and spread my arms so wide
--- I know it's him, my Beau, my Dear

-qyf

"You are my star,"* said he
"I am a star that fell from the sky
to dwell with you,
and lost my light
to share darkness with you."

**- qyf

I woke up at 4 a.m. freezing.
I thought I left the windows opened, but it wasn't.
Crawled back to bed, knees drawn to chest.
Grabbed my blanket while
thinking to myself, "God, I miss him."

@qyflorentino

It's a dark and messy place
up in here. No clear space.
No matter how much you scrub,
more bad things will throw up.
It sends signals throughout
my body. I want to get out.
So if you're reading this and
you feel like you understand,
I'm so sorry. Wish I could help you
but I'm trying to heal too.

-m.b