Only me
and HelloPoetry
should know
that I'm feeling a-feeling-that-should-not-be-named towards you.
What is said here,
will stay here.
You will never know.
You should not know.

'Di ikaw ang tipo kong laro
Umayaw na kasi ako
Sinubukan ko na kasi dati
Ayon, talo lang lagi

Pero heto na naman ako
Parang tanga ang loko
'Di mapigil ang ngiti
T'wing naiisip nang ang balat mo'y dumampi

Pucha, totoo ba?
Na-SS mo nga ba?
Taena, mukhang ako'y na-stun
Ng walang kalaban-laban

Langya, GG
Hindi good game, kundi gagi
Diba humindi na tayo sa sakit?
Ano na naman 'to? Wooh bakit?

Noob na 'ko eh
Weak, walang silbi
'Pag eto sa wala na naman nauwi
Sarili ko lang pwede ko masisi

'Pag in-game
Please wag mo na ko buhatin
Aasa pa sa GM ang tanso na manok
Pa'no, marupok

Mabel, pasensya ka na
Hayaan mo, ang 2019 ay papasok na
Baka lumipas din
'Pag hindi, patay, "I have been slained."

We were on an outing
It was chilly
We were sleeping
Under the same blanket

Your foot provided warmth
To my foot, to be exact
I didn't move after that
You didn't too and I was glad

You were extra touchy that day
Have you always been this way?
Yeah, I think, back during college days
Overthinking about this really isn't okay

I should really stop thinking
Of possibilities
Yep, it's just because of the recency
There's just no meaning to it

So let's stop remembering
The warmth of our touching skin
'Cause even the sandcastle we built
Was already eaten by the angry waves