back then, I thought she loved me
that's why she wont meet my eyes

but now, i know better
she was just afraid I'd see through her lies.

The colors that i'll use
To paint our story
Are those that'll never fade.

we lost our car today
we put it up for assume
'cause we hit a hard patch
and were not able to pay
but hey
surprisingly were okay
mom cooked some good food
and ****, we love her beef broccoli sauté
its as they say
sometimes in life, things just doesnt go the way
you want it be
but time will come
we'll be more than okay
me and my family.

i've let go of the pen
that used to be inseparable to me
as i let go of the reason
for most of my poetries

                                          but now a year later
                                     a year older, more mature
  
                                                       ­                           i've let go of the pain
                           bid goodbye to the woes brought by her uncertainty
                                                     ­                         i've let go of the person
                                                          ­                for real this time, happily

Paper filled with words
not enough to contain
all this emotions,
all this pain.
This pen, with ink
not black enough to paint
All these thoughts.
Poetry,
So shallow
not deep enough to hold
the vastitude
of what I wish I could've told.

If i could,
I'll replace these words with my voice,
Ink with my blood,
this poem with my body
To reach you till it aches
to forgive you, caress you
even if it breaks,
just allow me a chance
to fix our mistakes.

Trust is an ephemeral thing
built upon facades oh so feeble
and ever-changing people

Trust is a fragile thing
put upon capricious beliefs
and ever-shifting feelings.