I trusted you with many things
all except the thing you wanted
whole, untouched, something you felt missing  
a fire you stopped burning

it was your eagerness, to have one
that i begin to doubt
to question if it's truly right
to give, with all despite

after thinking long and hard
an answer came to me
in words not be spoken
it was never meant to be

Like alcohol, it used to lift my spirit high
now that i am sober, it only brought it down
a wasted venture, to escape the world
money and time not spent well
on the drunkenness of love

The hangover came, the heartaches and headaches
1 month sober, and i am doing jut fine
already, i forgot the taste of love
its effects wore out weeks ago

Its tempting to relapse, but my answer is no
the effects, still fresh in my min
forbids me to touch a drink

I still you as the last page
The previous chapter
Even after...

I still go back to read it
Maybe its because its Christmas
Maybe because its the Philippines

But each time i recall
The more faster i forget
I keep rereading, i just keep forgetting  

I don't know why i brought it up
Maybe this will be the last melancholy song
My broken heart will be able to play

Each word a note
Each sentence a string of notes
Strung to form a melody; A joyful sad one

It's Christmas and the Philippines
Love fills the air, its infectious
Saddening as its uplifting

Falling for you, was like jumping out of an airplane
But... no parachute :)

Mistake i know, nut hell
Its the first time... love does blind

I landed... thankfully
But in pieces... oh

Hitting the ground at terminal velocity
Then came the pain and misery

I am over exaggerating, i don't put you at fault
I guess I forgot the parachute...
And trusted you

Mom: Do you ever listen?
Me: Do  you ever listen to me?

Have you ever heard
My sadness, my tears  
From school to home
Crying myself to sleep
Just for being the black sheep

Have you ever heard
My aching heart
It's ability to sympathize and have empathy  
To play along with other's melody
And to feel what others feel  
The ***** the makes me human,
The bridge that helps me connect

Have you ever heard?
My emotions and trials
My pain and my suffering
Have you ever heard?

Thank you broken heart... and the person who broke it
Like a broken plate, I cut myself holding on to it  
My wound weeps of blood and love for you

So much so that, that I don't have any for myself
And so I don't let go.
It would need stitches and it will leave a scar
But with time it will heal

But for now, in the space in between
Past tense and future tense  
Tired
Deflated

Being lazy is easy
But productive is hard
I wanna lose myself to my flaws  
But a part of me want to work on them

So I gave myself two weeks
To mourn over this dead relationship
Let the pain all out
In tears then in fist

I glued together what parts of me remain  
I used little cause there was so little to put back together  
In the end it only gave me 40%
As the other 60% was missing or destroyed