I always write every thoughts and every words that would come up in my head on any of my blank pages.

But this time, I stopped writing my thoughts and had not touched my blank pages anymore.

Because, I’m afraid I’ll write about you again.

What if we never
took the leap?
Would we still
be happy like this?

But if things may
turned out different,
And if things turned out
to be happier,

I’ll choose happy
than happier
if it’s with you.

I got used so much with your words that it’s the only thing that I’m trusting between us. But by the time you hold me with your arms, I never thought I could love you more than I am giving.

I admit, the world is really scary for us, yet there were no days that went by of me thinking ‘why’d you still choose me?’. But I never heard you stutter on how much you would love to choose me countless times.  

Here we are, hiding under our blankets while sharing the moments being alone together and how we just realized we’re too comfortable with our own skin.

But blankets can’t hide us long, can it?

I thought I could fill your missing parts with my broken pieces but I ended up breaking you more and slowly losing some parts of me.

Every time you
think about if he
is thinking about you-
you are letting
him win.

then you promised
to stay
at my darkest
nights
but when the
morning came
and when the world
saw us,
you left me.

Can we talk about the rain?
Like how the sky cries so much
And how its cold wind
Touches your soul.

Or can we just share a drink?
While staring at the window panes
And while we sip
A nice cup of coffee.

Or can we just be together?
Without even talking to each other
And without even hearing anything
But the pouring of the rain.