naaalala ko ang lamig ng tubig sa mga balikat natin
mga oras na tumigil ka sandali,
at sumuko
tinanong mo ako tungkol sa mga panaginip ko kagabi
sinusuklian mo ako palagi ng ngiti

He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

It felt right. For the first time in a long time, I've never felt so aligned with the stars. It wasn't oh-no-whats-the-catch kind of happy, it was live-in-the-moment kind of happy, a one-gaze-for-communication happy, a clean-slate-start happy. It was everytime you'll fall you know someone's looking out for you. It was the warm and gentle water giving my back a place to let all my worries float, then I floated.

You hated yourself because they said you weren't on the right track
That loving the same is a sin without redemption
You denied yourself of happiness and freedom,
Of acceptance,
Of how love can be of different forms
In different places, in different bodies
With that, you caged yourself with fear,
When you shouldn't have.

Today, you accepted that piece of yourself
You surrounded yourself with beautiful minds
You weren't following anyone's "right track"
But, still, you hate yourself for not trying hard enough.