On this chilly café
    independently, I sat.
To this Toffee Nut
    Frappuccino, I sipped.
With my never ending reverie
    called “self-pity”,
I am consumed.

Paved way for this
    sudden urge to get
    my purple-inked pen, and
    my nasty leather brown notebook,
    from my old blue sling bag.

What to write?
Believe me, I have no idea.
I just feel like to scribble
    this nonsense out from
    my littered thoughts, and
    disarrayed emotions of this
    solitary state called “singlehood”.

For where are those shoulders
     to lean on?
Where are those hands to hold?
Where are those sparkling eyes
    that stares back?
Where are those?
Where are those?

When can I ever
    have someone to share
    this table with?
When can I ever
    hear another heartbeat
    next to mine?
When can I ever read my poetry
    to this “special one”?
When can I?
When can I?

So now, five minutes left
    is all I have.
I’ll be packing my things now,
    stop this senseless scribbling,
    head to the office,
    with coffee on my hand.

This reverie, I must halt.
To rather remind myself:
   “Hey, today’s a brand new day.
     and who knows?
     *Who Knows?”

I thwarted,
For I see myself falling.

I thwarted,
Because it doesn’t seem
Like you’ll catch me.

I thwarted,
Knowing I am alone.

I thwarted,
Since I always had, and
Seeming like,
I always will.

What is it in you that makes me so vulnerable?
What is it that you do that I can’t get enough of?
What is it that you’ve said that makes me
catch my breath every time?

Masungit man ako, but still I have a heart,
a heart that beats your name,
a heart filled with love only for you.
I barely say it, I often express it
through pagsusungit because
I cannot find the right words to say.

To tell you HOW MUCH I love you
for no words will ever be enough
to express how I feel.
I don’t know how to tell you
that I fear of each day of having
to be far away from you,
that I dread the idea
of the possibility of losing you
to other women.

And I am afraid of having
to wake up tomorrow
without you loving me, and
me not loving you.
I can’t stand those thoughts,
but I shall admit that
they linger inside of me
because I love you this much
that I am afraid of the many things
that could happen out of this doom
that our relationship is going through.

I hope you understand these things
I’ve been trying to conceal through my childish acts,
sa pagsusungit ko, specifically.
Hindi ko sinasadyang magsungit,
I’m not aware of it sometimes, but
whenever you confront me about it,
that’s the only time I realize
and ask myself why.

I hope I gave you the answer,
I hope this clears us out.
I love you, if I am to be blamed
for loving you, then I shall be guilty.
If I am to be accused
for the crime of loving you, then
I shall face the sentence bestowed for me.

Half past the darkness
in solitude, I once lived.
Obscured in a room was freedom,
where hope is nowhere to be found.

A candle without a kindle,
a corner freezing in sorrow,
a heart that was left broken,
excruciatingly, accompanied with pain.

Tomorrow, I have learned to hate.
Another day, I have learned to forget.
Shadow, I became to befriend.
Alone, I became to embrace.

Half past the darkness
another being came for me to live.
Imminent in a room is freedom,
where hope is everywhere to be found.

A candle igniting a kindle,
a corner melting in enthusiasm,
a heart repairing itself,
poignantly, recovering from pain.

Tomorrow, I am beginning to love.
Another day, I am beginning to anticipate.
Shadow, fading obscurely.
Alone, I am no more.

Half past the darkness
God sent this being to me.
The reason may be unknown, but
enlightened today I am,
the vision of hope, and
the name of his, I have come to know.