"Gusto ko sanang sumayaw pero ayaw ko.

Magulo. Masakit sa ulo.

Gusto kitang yayain pero ayaw ko.

Magulo. Masakit pa din sa ulo.

Gusto ko nang tumayo at lapitan ka pero ayaw ko.

Magulo. Sobrang sakit na sa ulo.

Gusto ka sanang isayaw ng puso ko pero ayaw ng utak ko.

Tangina.

Dalawang salita lang naman ang gusto kong sabihin pero hindi ko magawa.

Mahirap diba?

Sana sa susunod nating pagkikita masabi at magawa ko na. Pero...

Nakakatakot diba?

Kasi hindi ko alam kung anong bibigkasing ng bibig mo, matutuwa ba o malulungkot.

Pero ang sabi nga nila walang mawawala kung hindi susubukan. Pero masakit.

Hindi ba? Masakit.

Tangina dalawang salita lang talaga.
Sa muli nating pagkikita sasabihin ko na talaga.

Sana.

Oo na. Eto na. Sandali. Teka. Sasabihin ko na nga. Oo, GUSTO KITA. "

It’s just me... thinking.

I used to sleep close to your heart
you held me tight,
kissed my head goodnight.

You said,

"This is how I would have us sleep
all of our nights."

I stayed because I loved the sound of your heart
beating while I slept.

I would wake up and you would look at me
and kiss me good morning.

One night your hold on me
loosened.

No more good night kisses.
No more good morning kisses.

You said,

"I'm just tired."

I took that as your word.

I stayed because I still loved the sound
of your heartbeats.

Then one night
you turned your back to me.

No more kisses.

This time not a word.

I hold on you still,
from behind,

because I miss the sound of your heartbeat.

It's our number
I've worn it since third grade
You had it sewn to your shirt in high school
It's the date we first kissed
In that ****** bar next to my ****** apartment
24
It's the day that you asked me to kiss you only
You were going to say something by the ocean
But your nerves got the best of you
So you asked me in your car instead
And I said yes in the passenger seat
24
It's the hours a day that I have you on my mind
Always thinking about the taste of your lips
And the way you make me fall in love
More and more each day
And it will be the day that I ask you
To spend the rest of your life with me

I long for your essence
The smell of your skin, your hands on my hips.
I ache for your presence
The look in your eyes before your lips meet my lips.
I despise the reminiscence.
The hurt in my chest when a beat my heart skips.
I learned about patience
Trial after trial, fifth and then sixth.

And time after time, we met yet again,
How could we not?
When ourselves we couldn't refrain,
And all of our hope still remained.

I watch the chatter of long time friends
The jealousy's blooming
It will never end
The thing that's always been there that refuses to let go
This ***** named jealousy is the only friend I know.

Isn't it ironic,
how we tell others to stay strong,
yet we cant do it ourselves?
Everyone seems to think
I am the “master” at
solving problems but,
I can't even figure out
how to solve my own…

Listening to these depressing songs.
It's ironically giving me the will to be strong,
And I don't mind if they're being played for long.
They're making the oceans of my heart rift,
Letting my soul drift in the cold water.

Staring up into the sun,
Ironically it seems fun.

Dipping in my own sorrow,
Urging me to press play,
Again and again,
Making me feel a little bit insane.

I'm enjoying dwelling in my inexplicable pain,
Making me realize,
That maybe,
Sometimes,
One can be happy by just being sad.