Funny,
how people break promises
like twigs underfoot,
loud enough to hear,
small enough to ignore.

They hand you a vow
with velvet words,
tie it in ribbons,
say "You can trust me."
You do.

Then comes the silence.
The flinch.
The "Why are you so sensitive?"
As if it wasn’t them
who lit the match
and called the smoke your imagination.

They break it,
the promise, the trust,
sometimes the last bit of you
that believed people mean what they say.

Then they watch you bleed
and ask why you’re making such a mess.

If I disappear quietly,
don’t paint me as a tragedy,
just remember I was always trying.

Trying to do better,
for everyone, for myself,
even when I was running on empty.

I reached out first.
Again and again.
Fought through silence,
through the ache of being easy to forget.

I stayed kind
when the world gave me every reason not to be.
I answered quickly,
waited slowly,
hoped stupidly.

All I ever wanted
was to matter without having to fight for it.

But I got tired of proving I deserve space.
Tired of showing up for people
who didn’t notice when I went quiet.

"Trying to do better",
that was always my line.
Even when I didn’t know what better looked like anymore.
Even when it felt like I was the only one still trying.

So if one day I don’t make it,
don’t say I gave up.
Just say I ran out of places
to put all the weight I carried
for far too long
without anyone noticing.

I never wanted anything more
than to be okay.

I swear,
I tried.

There's a light
coming in under the door.
Too dim to be helpful,
too steady to ignore.

You forgot what you came here for,
but now that you're here,
you stay anyway.

A memory brushes past.
Not clearly.
Just enough to make your chest tighten
without knowing why.

The room feels too still.
You hear your own breathing,
then try not to.

Something inside wants to speak,
but the words don't fit right.
Like shoes a size too small.
You leave them at the threshold.

The silence turns warm.
Not comforting,
but familiar.
You've met it before,
and it hasn't changed much.

Then,
a shift.
Barely there.
The kind that makes your eyes sting,
but not from pain.

You look away.
Or maybe inward.
And just like that,
you feel everything,
then nothing,
then everything again.

Even metaphors get tired
when they start meaning exactly what they say.
No veils. No cleverness.
Just weight.

I used to write in symbols,
now everything sounds like a flat line
dressed in rhythm.
Not dead,
just uninterested in pretending.

There's no poetry in routine.
No metaphor for fading.
It just does.

Somewhere, a line I never said
keeps repeating itself in silence.
And that's the only echo left.

I stopped looking for shape in the noise.
It no longer bends for me.
Even the static feels deliberate now.

I still write,
but not for anyone.
Not even for myself.

Just to see
if the page will flinch.

You talk like you know something
but for all your noise,
you still can't name what I did.

Not clearly.
Not once.
Just scattered words,
bent into shapes that fit your story better than the truth ever could.

You saw ten seconds of me.
then made up the rest.
Convenient, right?
To turn a joke you didn't get
into a crime that never happened.

You never asked.
Never checked.
Just decided.

And now you speak with such certainty,
as if twisting my words
makes yours hold weight.

You mocked how I speak
because you couldn't understand it.
You called it fake
because real things confuse people like you.

You wanted a version of me that you could condemn
without guilt.
You needed someone to blame
so you picked the one who didn't fight back.

You called her names,
not because they were true,
but because you were out of arguments.
When you have nothing to say,
you start reaching for appearance.

You said I redirect blame.
Show me.
Where?
What did I do?

You can't.
Because you don't have facts.
Just feelings.
Just whispers you turned into headlines.

You talk like you're sharp,
but all I see is pride in a house of cards.
So desperate to be right
you forgot to be honest.

So speak.
Twist.
Perform.

Just don't pretend it's truth
when you still
can't even say
what it is
you're so angry about.

I was just being myself.
that's all it ever was.
no hidden meanings,
no hearts being passed around,
just someone healing,
trying to stay kind.

I laughed in spaces that felt safe,
joked around in places where I thought
I was understood.
not everything was a signal.
not every word meant more than it said.

but people like to watch
and fill in the blanks
with their own versions of me.
it's easier that way,
to turn a person into a rumor
than to ask them how they really feel.

they said they respected my privacy,
but what do you call it
when you're left out of conversations
you didn't even know you were in?
when sarcasm starts to sound familiar,
and silence feels like a choice?

I explained myself once.
twice.
maybe more.
but no one ever asked again.
they just looked,
and decided.

and maybe this won't mean anything,
or maybe it'll sting a little,
if the shoe fits.

but if you ever wonder why I stopped trying,
it's because friendship shouldn't
feel like defending myself
in a room full of people
who once called me home.

It wasn't anything special,
just a way of showing up,
laughs a little too loud,
says things without weighing them,
because not everything
needs to mean something.

People watched from the edge,
turned moments into stories,
shared glances like headlines.
Suddenly, I was someone
they had figured out
without asking.

I've seen the way
quiet shifts in a room,
how sarcasm replaces names,
how people choose
what fits their version of you
and stick with it.

They said they cared,
said they respected distance,
but only when it made
enough sense to them.
Everything else?
Fair game for guessing.

So I stopped explaining.
Not out of pride,
just exhaustion.
Some truths aren't meant
to be repeated
just to be ignored again.

Not everything I do
is a secret message.
Some things are just me,
existing,
without needing
to be decoded.

If it looked a certain way,
it probably did,
to those watching
without context,
without asking,
but still certain they knew.

I’ve been okay lately.
Not perfect, but breathing.
The kind of healing where
you stop checking their profile,
but still hear their name in silence.

It’s not love anymore.
Not wanting them back.
Just… this quiet ache
that shows up
when the world slows down.

I miss the version of me
that existed when I thought
forever was real.
Not because of them,
but because I was softer.
Lighter.

Now, I walk steady.
I laugh without forcing it.
But some nights,
I still feel like junk left on the curb,
not because I still love them,
but because I remember what it felt like
to be someone’s home.

I came across a picture today,
a moment frozen, bright and full of life.
She was smiling—so effortlessly,
like the past never weighed her down.

She found her way, I see it now,
embracing all the things she left behind.
The hobbies she once set aside,
the laughter she forgot how to share—
they are hers again, and they shine.

But where does that leave me?
The one left behind, standing still,
watching from a distance,
realizing that I have nothing,
not even a place to start.

She rediscovered herself,
while I am still sifting through ruins,
searching for pieces of me
that I never thought I’d have to rebuild.

I was always a part of something,
tied to a life that no longer exists.
Now, I face the question I never dared ask:
Who am I, when I am only me?

The world moves forward, time doesn’t wait,
and I know I must start again.
But every step feels heavier,
every day feels longer,
and the path ahead is one I have to carve alone.

Maybe one day, I’ll understand.
Maybe one day, I’ll smile like that too.
But for now, I am just trying—
trying to begin from nothing.

The weight feels lighter as days go by,
A fragile peace grows in its place.
The pain, though present, starts to wane,
A quiet calm begins its trace.

Yet when the night wraps 'round my mind,
And silence reigns beneath the moon,
Her name still whispers through the dark,
A bittersweet and fleeting tune.

Her memory lingers in the still,
A shadow soft, yet sharp and clear.
Though I’ve convinced myself I’ve healed,
She finds a way to reappear.

Time gently works to mend the scars,
And hope is something I’ve begun,
But even now, her ghost remains,
A chapter that I can’t outrun.

I regret loving you,
Regret giving you my life,
Regret making you my world.
Regret knowing you.

I regret doing things for you,
I regret writing you poems too.
I regret believing in all you’d do,
I regret everything about you.

No, you wouldn’t change a single bit,
Not your words nor actions fit.
The same old ways, the same old game,
Nothing about you ever changed.

I wasted my years thinking you’re "The One,"
A mistake I wish could be undone.
Oh, how I wish to turn back time,
So our paths would never align.

They say pain builds strength, but not for me,
It carved out doubts where hope should be.
Each scar, a whisper, each wound, a sigh,
It didn’t make me stronger, it made me ask why.

Why did love turn to fleeting sand,
Why did it crumble right from my hand?
The life I built, the years I gave,
Now feel like echoes in an empty cave.

Was it all real, or was it pretend?
A fragile story with a sudden end.
This pain doesn’t forge, it doesn’t renew,
It just leaves me asking, “What was true?”

And still, her shadow lingers near,
A haunting presence I’ll always fear.
No time can bury, no peace can hide,
The ghost of her that lives inside.

The world she longed for, she finally found,
A circle of care, where love abounds.
While I remain in this hollow space,
Alone with echoes I can't erase.

The roles we played have come undone,
She found her light, I lost my sun.
Where I was her rock, now I am air,
Invisible, forgotten, lost in despair.

Her laughter blooms with others near,
While I drown in memories I hold dear.
The life we shared feels so far away,
A shadow cast by brighter days.

Now she feels cared, now she feels free,
While loneliness wraps its arms around me.
Our paths diverged, her world expands,
But I’m left holding empty hands.

I gave her a haven, a place to belong,
A shield from the chaos, a place to grow strong.
I offered my heart, my time, my embrace,
Only to hear it was all out of place.

She says she felt pressured, confined in my care,
That my love was a burden too heavy to bear.
Regret, she whispers, for years spent with me,
A shadow cast over what I thought we could be.

I didn’t mean to make her feel so constrained,
I tried to bring comfort, not leave her pained.
Yet now, I’m the villain in her story’s refrain,
The one who brought heartache, the source of her strain.

But still, I wonder, was it all in vain?
The love that I gave, the joy, and the pain?
Though she may forget, I carry the cost,
Seven years of my love, now seen as lost.

My pen trembles with this final verse,
A love once blessing, now a curse.
With every word, I set you free,
This is my final act—no more of me.

No more whispers of what once was,
No more tracing love’s fragile flaws.
This chapter ends, the ink runs dry,
Goodbye, my love, this is goodbye.

She says I left her with scars unseen,
That I’m the reason for wounds unclean.
Funny, though, how swift she fled,
No warnings spoken, just words unsaid.

On the spot, my world collapsed,
Seven years erased, the bond unwrapped.
She claims her pain, yet here I stand,
Holding the shards with trembling hands.

Did I harm her? Did I not care?
Or is blame easier to bear?
While I drown in questions I can’t defy,
She moves ahead without a goodbye.

I know she's happy with someone else now
And I feel glad about it
At the same time, I feel conflicted
How did things turn out this way?

Please, let things be in my favor
Even for a while
Just for once in this life
Let me be free from you

She’s out there, living, laughing, free,
Connecting in ways I wish I could be.
She’s found her rhythm, both online and real,
While I remain with wounds I can’t heal.

I’m glad for her, truly I am,
Even though my heart feels a little slammed.
As an introvert, I find it tough,
But her joy is a reminder that life’s still enough.

She returned to the words she once confessed,
A life of fleeting crushes she likes best.
No ties to hold, no promises made,
I thought she’d grown, but she stayed the same shade.

I hoped for change, for love to endure,
But her heart chose freedom, wild and unsure.
I was a fool to believe she’d stay,
For some things never change, they just fade away.

She seems happier now than she was with me,
A brightness in her I never could see.
I never stopped her from spreading her wings,
I only asked for respect in small things.

Perhaps my love was too heavy to bear,
A weight she carried but couldn’t repair.
Now she’s free, and I’m left to reflect,
On what I gave and what she could accept.

You were never truly in love,
I was just a fleeting shove.
A phase to test, a trial to break,
A hurdle crossed for your own sake.

A burden you craved to set free,
A heart discarded so easily.
No matter the years, no matter the space,
The ache remains, I can't erase.

Even as we grow, worlds apart,
Your shadow lingers in my heart.
For you, I was nothing, just a place to stray,
But these feelings of mine won’t fade away.

We broke up 2 months ago
But you found someone you liked already
I still don't know what to feel
Am I that easy to replace?
Easy to forget?
Was all the years with me just a phase?
If you could do new things with people you just met,
Why can't you do it with me?
You just needed a reason
To break up with me.

She said it wasn’t about someone new,
Yet her actions betray what isn’t true.
Eager, so eager, to find what’s next,
To chase a spark, leaving me perplexed.

Whatever she says, it’s plain to see,
She’s not held back by memories of me.
Her heart has wandered, her gaze elsewhere,
I’m left in the shadows, gasping for air.

Pathetic, isn’t it, how fast she moved,
How little our years together proved.
While I’m here drowning in what we had,
She’s chasing new love, smiling, glad.

Go ahead.
Go like someone else.
Love someone new again.
After loving me,
You deserve someone worthy.
Did you really love me?
Because of how fast you find someone else?
Of how quick you are to forget,
That I was once with you,
I was once for you,
But not anymore,
clearly,
You like that person
much more.

She used me as the spark, the push to begin,
To try new things, to shed her old skin.
Yet why couldn't we rise and grow as one?
Why am I the shadow when her journey's begun?

Was I the weight that held her in place,
The tether that slowed her eager pace?
She blossomed beyond, while I stayed the same,
Left wondering if I’m the one to blame.

She never changed when we walked side by side,
But now she blooms with the world open wide.
Was I the barrier she needed to break?
A fleeting chapter, a step she’d forsake.

I was once fooled by you,
Your words, your promises
I handled it, said it was a thing of the past
I got through it

Then I got fooled again.
Twice.
By your words, your promises,
I let myself believe you.

I knew you weren't gonna change,
Not your past mistakes,
Not your past actions,
You're the same as you were,
Before.

Even after all those years
I got replaced
By someone
She just met

They gathered around her when I let go,
Her hopeless heart, saved by those she now knows.
Grateful, she smiles at the one who's near,
A friend of a year, erasing my years.

I see her turn to him, the boy I once feared,
Confessing his heart while I disappear.
Seven long years, now shadows in vain,
While he holds the space I can’t reclaim.

I was her anchor through storms and despair,
But my presence now vanishes, thin as the air.
Jealousy burns, yet I stand here alone,
Watching her heal in a world I don’t own.

Useless, the love I gave, now a ghost,
She found in another what I valued most.
Seven years wasted, or so it feels—
Replaced by a bond that suddenly heals.

How do I find someone new, like what you did?
How do I focus my feelings on other people, like you?
How do I forget us, as you find again someone new?
How do I throw away the past, like nothing happened?
How do I disregard my promises, like what you did?
How do I end it all?

It’s startling how fast they forget,
How swiftly their hearts reset.
Barely a pause, not even a sigh,
Before someone new catches their eye.

Was I so easy to leave behind?
All the years gone in the blink of time.
Their love replaced in a hurried stride,
While I’m still lost on the other side.

If love was real, wouldn’t it stay?
But they found another without delay.
And here I stand, watching them go,
Wondering if I ever mattered, though.

I’m stunned by how quickly her love turned to hate,
All my regrets now tethered to fate.
Mistakes I’ve owned, begged forgiveness to mend,
Yet they returned, bringing us to an end.

Seven years of memories feel wasted, surreal,
Her anger now sharper than time can heal.
I forgave her betrayals, though they shattered me whole,
But my own faults, it seems, took a far greater toll.

If I could love her through the darkest of skies,
Why couldn’t she see me with forgiving eyes?
Perhaps I was the villain in her story’s verse,
A loathed chapter, a love turned curse.

Now we’re strangers, our bond undone,
A love once eternal now gone with the sun.
I must let go, though it tears me apart,
To bury her name deep within my heart.

Did I just get replaced by a friend she met anew?
I, who was once her world, now stand outside the view.
A stranger who stepped in, filling spaces I left bare,
Now holds the place I thought was ours to share.

Our roles have shifted, like night turning to dawn,
I, the familiar, find myself withdrawn.
And he, a newcomer in the chapters of her day,
Becomes the comfort where I used to stay.

It’s strange how quickly life can rearrange,
How swiftly hearts can feel so estranged.
I drift as a memory, faint and out of sight,
While he lights her path through each passing night.

When there are no words to capture my regrets,
My longing, my anger—all the colors of emotion,
When the day arrives that my letters fade away,
And I lose the words, the sentences, the will to create.

The girl I once poured my words out for,
who was the heart behind every line, every verse—
she isn’t mine anymore.
Now these poems fall silent, with no one left to read them.

It’s strange how quickly they try to forget,
How swiftly they turn to leave,
How eagerly they look for someone new,
Just to erase our shadows, to bury our ghost.

Was I just a stepping stone all along,
A path for them to find someone they deserve?
A fleeting chapter in their story,
So they could finally love and truly belong.

But I couldn't.
I couldn't even force myself.
To let go, to move forward.
How I wish, I would just be gone.

All the things I did weren't enough
If the person I once knew
Tries to find those on others
It just means that
Even if I try to do better
If I'm not the person that is wanted
It's always never enough

Paano ako uusad kung sa bawat minuto hinahanap ko siya?
Sa bawat paglipas ng araw ang nasa isip ko ay siya?
Paano maghahanap ng iba kung sa pagtatapos namin ay nagpanggap lang ako na tanggap ko na?
Paano masasanay na wala nang kami sa panahong kuntento na?
Paano naging ako na lang ang dating ikaw at ako kung ang kapalit ng pagiging malaya ay kawalan ng aking ligaya?

It stings to see her move ahead,
New crushes filling the space I held,
Seven years, a blink, a fade—
A chapter closed, or so it’s spelled.

Was I just a phase, a stepping stone,
A lesson learned, now left alone?
Her heart moves on, her life unfolds,
While I stay stuck in stories old.

I am just a nobody
I am just an ugly human
No one will look my way
No one will hear what I say

I felt this more now
After with her
I realized that I am a nobody
In this cruel world

They say it was right, the choice to let go,
When they saw me unravel, put on a show.
But was it wildness, or hurt laid bare?
Did they see the pain that brought me there?

Can they not know that I’m this way,
Because of all that they took away?
Each word they said, each quiet goodbye,
Left scars I wear, too deep to deny.

I wasn’t wild; I was trying to cope,
With memories lost, with faded hope.
They only saw what they wanted to see,
Not the ache and loss that changed me.

So let them think they chose what’s best,
They broke me down, then laid me to rest.
If they’d looked deeper, beneath the flame,
They might’ve seen my heart wasn’t to blame.

She drifts away, day by day, so slow,
While I’m bound to memories that won’t let go.
She’s healing, living, meeting someone new,
And I’m stuck in shadows, split in two.

She smiles again, while I hold on tight,
To faded moments, lost to the night.
Promises burst like bubbles in air,
Forgotten whispers, no longer there.

She moves with ease, and I fall behind,
Caught in the ties I can’t unwind.
Her world expands, while mine stands still,
Haunted by dreams I can’t fulfill.

So here I stay, as she walks free,
A memory chained, lost at sea.
She’s found her light, her life ahead,
While I’m left with words unsaid.

Each day, the quiet feels heavier and long, missing the chats that felt like a song.
Seven years spent talking from dawn till night, now silence fills where you brought light.
You rush to move on, leave it all in the past, while I’m stuck watching memories last,
Holding pieces that won’t let me be, haunted by echoes you can’t see.

Forgive me if I linger, scrolling through your trace, still tied to the warmth of your fading face,
Watching you find ways to let go, as I stay where our moments flow.
I see your posts, seeking love, seeking care, searching for something we used to share,
While I wonder if I did enough, or if I was never truly what you dreamed of.

Seven years, scattered like dust in the air, gone in a blink while I’m still there,
Tracing memories like lines in sand, wishing you'd reach back, to take my hand.
But I know you’re trying to start anew, letting go of all we once knew,
While I hold the weight of what we were, feeling like just a fading blur.

I want to speak, to tell you I care, to remind you of the love we shared there,
But I know reaching out would feel wrong, like trying to keep you where you don’t belong.
So here I am, with memories tight, holding onto pieces each day and night,
Watching you go, finding someone else’s light, while I fade into the shadowed night.

Strange, isn’t it? How the boy I never thought to fear,
Now walks beside her, in whispers she holds dear.
A year they’ve known, yet closer they’ve grown—
While I drift alone, like a heart made of stone.

Seven years we wove with threads of care,
Built from laughs and tears and promises rare.
But he, in months, has somehow won a part,
That I spent years trying to hold in her heart.

She says his confession was light as air, just words—
But he remains, while my love fades unheard.
Best friends, she calls him, like an easy refrain,
While I smile, hiding the quiet, growing pain.

So here I am, a shadow of what we were,
In the life we planned, now a faded blur.
Watching him stand where I once stayed,
As I learn to let go, where I thought we’d be made.

Did I fall short, or did I misread
The ways I tried to give her all she’d need?
Each word I spoke, each touch, each vow,
Feels hollow now, like it wasn’t enough somehow.

She writes of dreams, of love she longs to find,
Of feeling wanted, held in heart and mind.
But wasn’t that what I tried to be?
Or was I blinded by what I hoped she’d see?

If someone new can heal her scars,
Can be her light, her moon and stars,
Then I’ll step back, though it stings to know
That all I gave couldn’t help her grow.

So here I stand, with open hands,
An echo left in fading sands,
Wondering where my love went wrong,
While she finds her way, where I don’t belong.

From a distance, I watch the space between two friends grow small,
A quiet closeness forming, a step—a drift—I’ve seen it all.
Their laughter fills the hours from morning’s start to evening’s fall,
And somehow, I feel more distant now than I ever did before.

He’s just a friend, she says, with the ease of practiced lines,
But there’s a weight in his gaze, a purpose behind his time.
Perhaps it’s nothing, or maybe it's the way these things unwind,
One steady step into spaces I once thought were mine.

I asked her, lightly, to guard the borders of their ties,
A simple caution shared, a soft concern disguised.
But my words fell like whispers, dismissed into the skies,
Leaving me with an ache, unseen, unspoken, denied.

So here I am, a spectator to the subtle, shifting ways,
Caught between letting go and the memory of better days.
If this is what it means to care, in all the ways love decays,
Then I’ll stand in silence, holding the ghost of us in place.

I keep on wishing, praying that you’re well,
Hoping you find the love that makes your heart swell.
I tell you, “Find the one who’s meant for you,”
But deep inside, I ache, wondering why it can’t be true.

Why can’t I be the one you hold dear,
The one who quiets your doubts, who dries every tear?
I want so badly for you to see me that way,
Yet I watch you drift farther, with each passing day.

I don’t want someone else to take my place,
But how can I ask, when I’ve given you space?
I wish you’d be better, for me, here and now,
Yet I swallow the words, not knowing how.

How selfish of me to want you near,
When all I ever do is wish away your fear.
I put your happiness above my own,
And in that act, I’m left standing alone.

I know one day, someone else will take my place,
They’ll kiss those lips and feel her warm embrace.
They’ll hold her close, whisper words I used to say,
And share the secrets I once held, now washed away.

Someone new will take her hand, see her tender side,
The parts of her heart she used to let me inside.
I was once the one, her shelter and her calm,
But now I’m just a memory, fading in her palm.

Jealousy stirs, a quiet ache I can’t deny,
Thinking of her laughter shared with another girl or guy.
But it’s not my place, not my right to say,
I’m just the one who couldn’t let her drift away.

So here I stay, with shadows of what used to be,
Unable to move on, though she’s finally free.
She’ll find her peace, while I watch her from afar,
As someone else becomes her moon, her guiding star.