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Anton Oct 2020
our love is like
The moon and sun,
forbidden to meet
Anton Oct 2020
You were the healing that I wanted, but didn't get back.
Anton Oct 2020
“I wanted to chase you right after I said goodbye. I wanted to run to you and tell you I was wrong, and that I changed my mind. That I regret hurting you. That that wasn’t what I truly wanted. That you were still the one. But I felt so crushed for breaking you, my person. I already caused you so much pain that you didn’t deserve more of me. That was why I stopped myself from pulling you back even when I wanted to hug you, to never let you go again. I wanted to save you from myself. I didn’t want to hurt anymore, so I didn’t look and back and just left all at once.”

“Didn’t you know that the aching of all those wounds would go away if you stayed and chose me? Didn’t you know that you were capable of my breaking and unbreaking? But you left me bleeding and I had to let it subside because I knew then that you were no longer coming back. I had to be my own person because if not, I would have lost myself too. It was not about the amount of pain  you have caused me, because no matter how deep the cut was, you had the capacity to mend me in an instant. You were the healing that I wanted but didn’t get back. Your leaving broke me more than if you just stayed by my side.”
—**** Collantes // conversations we never had
  Aug 2020 Anton
Brandi R Lowry
Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.
For Ty & Des ❤️
  Aug 2020 Anton
Francie Lynch
If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.
Anton Aug 2020
Bakit sa unang buwan ng pagsasama'y napakahigpigt ng pagkakakapit mo saakin tapos ngayong mag tatatlong buwan na'y tila ba parang isang presong sabik na sa buhay sa labas kaya, gustong kuwala pilit na nagpupumiglas dahil gustong makalabas at lumaya?
  Aug 2020 Anton
If I die today,
Would tears flow,
like a rushing river?
Or the clouds weep,
screaming in thunder?
Would the earth break,
shaking in anger?
Will the world care?
And for a moment,
forget laughter?

If I'm down
to my final heartbeat.
Will anyone be there,
sitting beside me?
When I draw,
the very last breath.
Will you hold my hand,
and feel upset?

If I go,
without saying goodbye.
I want you to know,
that I really tried.
To live and love,
to endure and smile.
To find the truth,
in this realm of lies.

If I'm fated
of leaving soon
to talk with God,
in his glowing room.
I'll be rejoicing,
when I face my doom.
Even I end like a flower,
that withered,
before it blooms.

If inside the casket I lay,
Would there any heaven for me to stay?
Or will my sins, demand me to pay?
Don't even know, how much this life has weighed.

If it's my time, to step on the scale.
Done of my part, in this play.
A lot of regrets,
but nothing more to say.
Wish me luck.
If I die today.
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