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k e i Aug 2020
the hamper’s starting to spill, week-old clothes pooling on the floor. the sink’s in need of getting drained, rotten food debris floating in mucky dishwater. dried leaves await to be picked out from the plants by the kitchen window. parcels are left unopened by the porch. notifications simultaneously ping as i turn on my phone, urgent messages left unreplied.

the room’s ever bathed in the dark, light unable to filter through as twilight starts, time i’d remain unaware of had my alarm not gone off. i’ve gotten by with chips for three days now, the 1L soda bottle nearly empty. a week ago i was supposed to start working on a project due two days from now i’ve gotten so far as mapping out a concept but i’m still looking for the will to tick off step one;
the will to get up, make the bed, put on clothes that aren’t rumpled or three-day-old like these jeans that i still have on.

i try to give myself another one of my “TEDtalks”, a rundown analyzation of things to go through how i’ve arrived to this colossally sinking feeling. but all that my mouth can coherently gather are year-long sighs. the teddybears propped by the corner of my bed, their black beaded eyes seem to hold more life, their stitched smiles actually formed with meaning. my blanket rests by the corner all wrinkled but here i am, sharing one with the dull melancholy dwelling in each heartbeat, babying it. i should brush it off but it clings, like the remnants of stickers you’ve placed on your first ever guitar that remains up to this day.

three days ago i was doing fine, not duly elated like a holiday’s thrill but i was able to joke around, go out, fulfill plans, cope with what the day throws, go home, satisfyingly crack my knuckles at the end of the night. now all the plans have stopped being sublime, “what’s even the point?” the only thing i can offer when they make themselves known.

this isn’t new, sliding in its way effortlessly into routine from time to time but each time it occurs i still get stupefied. like a sailor going down a shipwreck’s trail yet all i do is fling my lifevest off the faraway shore. like trying to find the lightswitch in my bedroom even when there are no lightbulbs installed. like some modus operandi where they hypnotise you and i find myself caught in a trance unable to break free even though i’m well aware of that sort of scheme firsthand.

i catch myself staring at the blackholes growing out from fissures in the walls. it turns into a staring contest dragging on for i don’t know, hours. i don’t know how long truly as clock work becomes fast-paced, mechanical, submerged in space.

alas, the aftermath dawns on in the early hours, ensuing the breakage of a curse years’-worth; i step out, unused to the halo of light. dewdrops form on orchid trees as the city fervently sleeps. the fog has miraculously lifted. relief follows through.
this was inspired by the song daylily by movements
k e i Jul 2020
“minahal mo ba talaga ako?”

pakawala ko sa buntong-hiningang tanong. higit isang taon ding namalagi sa isipan ko.

“minahal mo man lang ba ako?”

pag-ulet kong tanong nang manatili siyang tahimik. iniangat ko ang mga mata ko para tignan siya. isang taon na mula ng huli naming pagkikita. iba na ang gupit ng buhok niya ngayon. mas nagmukha siyang seryoso dahil don.

ilang minuto pa ang lumipas bago siya sumagot. nanatili ang tingin niya sa labas.

“minahal kita. higit pa sa alam mo. marahil, higit pa sa naparamdam ko.”

“pero bakit ganon? ikaw yung huli kong inisip na manghuhusga, pero sayo pala mismo manggagaling.”

“ikaw yung higit na pinagkakatiwalaan ko sa lahat, pero ikaw rin yung bumali” matipid siyang ngumiti. ramdam ko yung pait. walang emosyon sa kaniyang mga mata.

napailing ako. eto nanaman. mga salitang pinakawalan namin nungg gabing natapos kami-ang kaibahan lang, sa personal ngayon at hindi sa tinig lang.

“mali ka. hindi mo ko minahal. hindi ako, kundi yung bersyon ko sa isip mo. hindi ako, kundi yung ako na nabuo mo sa imahinasyon mo.”

“minahal kita. sobra-sobra. kaya lang, nagbago ka. nung una, paunti-unti, hanggang sa pakiramdam ko, ibang tao na yung nasa harap ko. siguro dahil, nalingat ako, dahil di ko binuhos lahat ng atensyon ko.” saglit niya kong binigyan ng tingin na parang nahihirapan.

“dahil di naman siya nawala talaga diba? sabi mo noon, may mga pagkakataong magkasama tayo pero siya yung iniisip mo.”

hindi siya makasagot, pero bakas sa mata niya na tama ako. nakaramdam ako ng kirot sa dibdib ko. matagal na yon. ayos na rin ako. sadyang iba pa rin pala kapag harap-harapang sabihin sa’yo.

“pero hindi naman ganun ang pagmamahal. hindi naman porket nagbago, dapat nang sukuan. kase lahat naman nagbabago. kahit ikaw, narasan ko ang ilang beses **** pagbabago. pero kahit ganun, pinili ko pa ring manatili. para sa’yo. para sa’tin”

“patawad. alam kong ako yung naging dahilan kung bakit umalis ka noon, alam kong napagod ka. pero hindi ko inakalang ganun-ganun mo lang ipagpapalit. na ganun ka kabilis magkakaroon ng bago.”

“hindi kita pinagpalit! hindi ko tinapon yung isang taon!”

mabilis kong kinalma ang sarili ko. ganitong ganito rin yung mga sinabi niya noon. ganun pa rin pala ang tingin niya. na binasura ko lang lahat. na parang mas mabigat pa yung naramdaman niya sa isang beses na pinili ko ang sarili ko kaysa sa kung paano niya pinaramdam na kahit ako yung naroon para sa kanya, kahit kailan di magiging sapat.

“bago ako umalis, sinabi ko sayo kung bakit. umasa akong ipapaintindi mo kung bakit nagbago yung pakikitungo mo, umasa ‘kong mapapansin **** nasasaktan na ako. umasa akong pipigilan mo ko, na sasabihin **** 𝘢𝘺𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯 ‘𝘵𝘰. pero niisang salita, wala akong narinig. malamang iisipin ko, wala lang lahat nang ‘yon. kase hinihintay mo lang naman talaga kong umalis diba? ayos lang sayo kung manatili ako o hindi. ako kase yung nasa tabi mo. sanay ka na kamong iniiwan. sinubukan ko naman eh. sinubukan kong maging iba sa kanya base sa mga kwento mo tungkol sa kanya. kahit ang hirap. pero kahit ano namang gawin ko, ganun pa rin iniisip mo. na mawawala ako. kaya wala na rin akong ibang magawa kundi lumisan. kase sa pananatili ko, naubos ako. naubos na ata lahat ng isasakit bago pa man ako magpaalam. kahit nung nasa tabi mo pa ko, wala na akong maramdaman. kaya hindi mo ako masisisi kung mabilis. gusto ko lang namang mawala yung pagkamanhid. kasi kung may nakuha akong explanasyon o kahit isang salita galing sayo, alam **** hindi na ko tumuloy sa kabilang dako ng pinto, na mas pipiliin kita ulet-handa akong isantabing muli yung sakit.”

may ilang luhang nagpumilit na tumakas sa gilid ng mga mata ko. agad ko ring pinunasan ang mga ito. bigla nanaman bumalik ang mga ala-ala na akala mo hindi taon ang lumipas, parang kahapon lang. kasabay nito ang panandaling panunumbalik ng sakit.

“naniwala ako sayo nung sinabi **** ako lang. na walang iba. pero ang sakit nung ilang linggo lang pagtapos natin, may iba na agad sa tabi mo. may iba ka na agad kasama’t kayakap. may iba nang nagpapangiti sayo.”

kita ko ang pagkuyom niya sa kaliwa niyang kamay gaya ng ginagawa niya dati sa tuwing may bumabagabag sa kanya.

“tapos na tayo nun. gaano katagal ba dapat akong magluksa? kahit naman nung nasayo pa ako, mabilis mo ring binawi yung sayang pinaramdam mo nung una. na una pa lang, kahit ako na yung naroon, kasama mo pa rin siya sa isip mo. minahal mo lang ako kase ako yung nasa tabi mo. kaya wag mo akong sisihin kung ginusto kong sumaya ulet.”

“sana binungad mo na agad yun nung humingi ulet ako ng isa pang pagkakataon. hahayaan naman kita. kung nalaman ko lang ‘yon, hindi na kita ginulo pa. pinatay ko na dapat lahat ng naipong pag-asa sa utak ko, na pwede pa.”

“ang malas ko lang talaga, pagdating sayo, kaya kong itigil lahat. nung ginusto **** bumalik ako, umaahon na ko paunti-unti eh. kahit paano, nakakahinga na ko ulet. lahat sila sinabing wag na kitang pansinin, na sarili ko naman muna sa pagkakataong ‘to. akala ko mali lang sila ng paghusga, kase hindi ka nila kilala katulad ng pagkakakilala ko sayo. wala eh, nagparamdam ka lang, naapektuhan nanaman ako. pagdating sayo, ang tanga-tanga ko. ganun na lang kita kamahal. hindi lang isang beses; umulet pa ko. ayun lang naman kase yung kailangan ko, yung marinig na gusto mo pa, na gusto **** ayusin.”

“inaayos naman na natin nu’n diba? nagiging masaya na tayo ulet. nakikita ko kung pa’no mo sinusubukang bumawi. kaso wala, nung malaman **** sinubukan kong kumilala ng iba hindi mo matanggap. traydor ako, sabi mo. at sa pagkakatong yun, ikaw naman yung nang-iwan. akala ko wala na akong mararamdaman. na ayos lang, nangyare na ‘to, naulet lang, nalampasan ko na ‘to. pero hindi, mas masakit pa pala. tangina sobrang sakit. kase ayun na yung hinihingi ko, tapos binawi nanaman kung kelan hinding-hindi ko inaasahan. tangina.”

“siguro nga kaya hindi naging maayos ‘to kase hindi ko inayos yung nakaraan. hinayaan kong sundan ako ng multo niya, hinayaan kong saniban ng nakaraan yung kung anong meron tayo. na hanggang ngayon hindi pa rin ako tuluyang makalaya.” mahinang sabi niya. ramdam ko yung pagsisisi sa boses niya.

“sana naiayos mo na yun ngayon. sana mas maayos ka na ngayon. sana mapatahimik mo na yung mga memoryang patuloy na humahabol sa’yo. sana naghihilom ka na. sana, hindi na maranasan ng mahal mo ngayon yung naranasan ko.”  

sa loob ng isang taon, natutunan kong tanggapin lahat-mula sa mga memorya hanggang sa pa’no kami nawakasan, kung pa’nong di naman siya talaga naging akin lang. hindi naging madali pero kinailangan. sa huli, wala naman talaga akong magagawa. nangyari na yung mga pangyayari. nagkapalitan na ng mga masasakit na salita. naubos na namin ang isa’t-isa.

“nung tuluyan nang nawala yung tayo, wala akong naging iba at wala nang susunod pa. mas gugustuhin ko na lang na mag-isa. kase yung sakit na dala-dala ko bago pa man kita nakilala, hindi ko namalayang naipasa sayo. sobra sobra na yung pinsalang nadulot ko. tama na. ayos na yung ako na lang yung nagdurusa.”

“-alam kong kahit ga’no ko pa gustuhing ibalik yung oras para itama lahat ng nagawa kong mali, hindi na pwede. said na. siguro hanggang doon lang talaga tayo. sa ganito siguro talaga tayo maiuuwi. tama na.” pagpapatuloy niya.

sa puntong ‘to, naiyak na rin siya. kumuha siya ng panyo at pinunas sa kanyang mukha.

“baka nga. baka hindi talaga pwede.” bulong ko.

tinignan ko ulet siya, sa kahuli-huling beses. ilang minuto kaming nabalot ng katahimikan, nakatingin pareho sa kawalan. siya ang naunang tumayo sa kinauupuan.

“alam kong hindi mabubura ng ilan mang ‘patawad’ kung ganito kita sobrang nasaktan. pero gusto ko lang ulit humingi ng patawad.”

pinanood ko ang palayo niyang pigura hanggang isa na lang siyang maliit na tuldok at tuluyang nawala. pinakiramdaman ko ang sarili ko. humingang malalim.

isang taon na yung lumipas. halos ganito rin yung nangyari noong gabing iyon. ang pagkakaiba lang, noon, mas pinapangunahan kami ng emosyon. isang taon na pero ngayon ko pa lang talaga patuloy na maibabaon. kinailangan kong marinig ulet. ngayon, totoo ngang tapos na. wala na. natuldukan na.
k e i Jul 2020
if nothing happened and everything’s still normal.

there’s midnights where i hope you’d pick up and your voice would sound like steel and ice and you’d tell me to stop calling, that it’s been eight months since for ****’s sake and that you never want to hear from me ever again.

to think about it, you never even bothered to block my number. or my social media accounts. you couldn’t even be bothered to give a decent explanation when i found out about her. when i confronted you how it happened. how you met her in the midst of us. how you ended up with her even when i was still in the picture. as if you were just waiting for me to get out of it, both of your lives. like we never even happened to begin with.

there’s still midnights when my hands shake, my phone screen blurry from tears, my head pounding from the countless shots i’ve taken. midnights where i want to ask you “how?”, how you both are alright and happy and over the moon, while here i am, still stuck and miserable, still hopelessly pining for you-it's all unfair. how you got the guts to fall for her when you claimed you loved me with your unending professions. how you were able to walk away from what we had because you decided it’s her you wanted to be with. how you didn’t even have to move on from me. how all of these, those eight months seem so easy for the both of you. the hangover the morning after’s what makes me realize i did send you the recordings.

i tried to reach you again the midnight after, but the recording said that the number i have dialed has either been disconnected or no longer in service.

i guess you have finally changed your number.

-at least i know my messages reached you.
k e i Jul 2020
one after the other
left right left right
faster, quickened footsteps
i can feel my lungs giving out

blood seeps from my veins
bruises scattered on my skin
you used to call them lovemarks;
once upon a time you told me you loved me

how did we get here?
i thought we were building a home of endless possibilities;
now all that’s left is a blazing carcass
my broken bones turning into ashes,
please lie down with me

you’ve caught up to me,
ran out of places to hide
but before you pull the trigger,


take me back to where it all begun
k e i Jul 2020
he met her at a very strange time in his life. no, scratch that. that was basically a quote from fight club.

i.
but frankly, he did meet her at his lowest lows
when he wanted the vortex to **** him in so he could vanish and rest and maybe find peace-
for his girl was gone and left him to fend for himself in this chaotic world, scattering the past, present and future they’ve dreamt of in a hurricane before she did, one that ****** the life out of him
his girl, the girl of his dreams, the girl he dreamt with, the girl he dreamt for, the girl who shattered his dreams gone

ii.
he slowly opens up to her
and she slowly gets to know him
well mostly, his love story left to die with its tragic ending, another tale of an unrequited- now one sided- love
she doesn’t really mind for she’s known pain and misery,
known them enough to last almost half of her lifetime
she knows how having them as company turns living into the art of merely breathing
and so she refuses to take flight from this almost stranger who, because of the way circumstances have rolled she’s stuck with
misery loves company doesn’t it?

iii.
he has turned her into his shoulder to cry on
changes taking toll with time’s passing,
yet their connection remains constant,
their unexpected friendship unfazed
two people with the same wavelength, gliding with the same frequency,
relatively similar to soulmates
and they could end up together in the snap of a finger, voila
as easy as how random they picked up
but nothing easy is ever worth having

and try as they, she might,
it seems like it can’t be


iv.
she’s always there for him
she’s seen him cry, beat himself up enough times
she’s aware that he could be quite a handful
perhaps ignoring his constant “i need you’s”
and “please don’t give up on me’s”
and evaporating one day into the air and blocking his number would be the best option;
letting go could be her salvation
before she chooses drowning over keeping her head up for one particular boy-
she’s the one consistently found on his side
she’s the one with the 2am jokes when the world decides to act as his shadow
and the one with the random spur of the moment topics that never fail to amuse him

v.
sometimes he’s left wanting to lose the remaining sliver of hope he has for humans
so he makes her out to be just like everybody else
on those occasions when he wants nothing more than bottles of ice cold whiskey and packs of cigarettes from dawn to the late night hours, to cease existence
he expects her to appear and announce her leaving
and he’s left with this internal satisfaction all the time when she lets down his morbid expectation that she’s given up on him
she remains on her place in his life

vi.
but maybe she’ll never be the girl

even if she’s always with him,
always nagging him to get out of bed
and live this ******* up thing disguised as life
even when she becomes this bright light trying so hardly to outshine her darkness and his darkness
even when she manages to see the good in him
even after she lets out her “i’m here for you’s”
and “i won’t leave you’s”
and “i got you’s”

she’s still not the girl
there’ll always be this wall,
barricading the distance
no matter how little between them
all the while the lines get blurrier

vii.
she confuses him enough for him to get a grip
and even feel in the state of denial he’s locked in,
really looking through her remains his failure
even after it all, majority of her is still invisible
somehow she’s still a stranger,
just strangers who because of their own messed up loneliness,
bared their souls out to each other
and their needs and attachment
get in the way too soon blinding them,
thinking it could be something more,
something it’s not

viii.
strangers.
maybe that’s all they’re meant for
k e i Jul 2020
you made me believe in love a g a i n,
despite all of the danger lethally submerged in the bottom waiting to resurface,
despite my movements of cautionary measure in this dance for two,
despite the clear tell-tale warnings

you made me believe in love;

only to prove all the impending signs of doom
and my doubts right
only to have made a fool of myself
and develop a surreal hatred over it

only to serve as a reminder-
that i'm not cut out
for silly little intimacies,
called love
k e i Jun 2020
oh, don’t you know?
you’re made of paper
skin more featherweight than porcelain could ever be
bones kindled to flames in the whim of a match

oh you’re just floating through
haven’t you figured out?
you’re lighter than dust
time remains eternal as you let the wind carry you
you’re just as hollow as a ghost’s residue

decay is easy,
decompose by a lighter’s rage
torture caused by slits, disintegrate into pieces or turn into shreds
won’t somebody tell you how to stay afloat

when the world pours down all its weight onto the lightness of your being,
how do you not sabotage your own strings when they’re all tangled up?
how do you shout at the wind against its hurtful breeze to take you anywhere but here?
for you don’t know where you should be but it’s just not here?

your ribcage tearing up, insides spilling out

-how do you not let the flames devour you whole when it’s all that’s left for you?
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