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Wretched Jun 2015
You loved her,
        A little too sudden,
        A little too early.
        Was it destiny? Maybe fate?

I never thought,
         I would see my life
         Walk past by me
         Just because i was a tad too late.

*June 20, 2015
9:43 pm
Wretched Jun 2015
As i walk
along Manila Bay
with my friend,
there was only one thing
running on my mind.
I wish you were here.
Listening to the voice
of someone who's not yours,
holding the shoulder
of some other girl
made me miss you even more.
I was expecting for a sunset
that afternoon,
I wanted you to see it,
then there it is again—
I wish you were here.
Only to find out
that there wont be one
that day.
I just stared at my friend
while she was ranting
about her relationship.
Then my imagination
started to play with my thoughts.
If we were together
At that moment,
I would see a girl
With a big smile on her face
Telling stories about
Her love for food
And how happy she sounds
When she talks about it
With such excitement.
I wish you were here.
Then i stopped for a moment.
I told my friend,
"Let's sit down for a while"
I was getting tired
of walking along the bay.
As we sit there quietly,
as i noticed the crashing
of the water against the rocks,
I thought of you again.
What would we talk about
If you were here with me?

I could look at you all afternoon
just as how fascinated i was
with the water crashing.
I had to stop thinking about you
every time I'm with someone else.
I don't even remember the stories
my friend was talking about.
I was focused on
how much i wanted you
to be right there beside me.
But those words
Started to go on again,
I wish you were here.
I wish you were here.
Oh, God.
I wish you were her.

*June 21, 2015
9:02 pm
Can we meet if you have the time? Because believe it or not, i am getting sick of the fact that you are only in my mind.
Wretched Jun 2015
I am honored to be your first
and if I had to promise you
one last thing,
(before everything ends)
it would be this, my dear;
You will be the last woman
I will ever love
and I am sorry for not being yours.
if it's not going to be you, then someone give me a sign.
Wretched Jun 2015
She
Someone asked me,
"Who's this girl in your poems?"
You don't know her,
no one does.
She is a book
I am dying to read.
She is a mystery
I am dying to unfold.

*She is a love letter to the universe.
for Raniel
Wretched Jun 2015
Sana panaginip na lang
ang lahat ng nangyari.
Ayoko ng maalala
ngunit hindi ko kakayaning malimutan.

*June 23, 2015
2:28 am
Sa unang beses na nagsama ang ating mga katawan at sa unang beses kong naramdamang tumagos ang iyong halik sa aking kaluluwa.

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