And the irony is
If I slit those wrists you held tight
They will bleed the blood that still loves u

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Minimalistic ventures
  are more
full of meaning.

Than a room
full of
            false possessions.

My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
                                   Hmmm.

Sige lang
sanay na ako sa tunog ng mga paang papalayo
sa mga kamay na basta na lamang bumibitaw
sa mga pangako ng pagbabalik na walang katotohanan
sa mga bagay na hindi kayang panindigan

Sige lang

Baka hindi naman masama ang muling pagguho