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PoetryLover Dec 2015
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one soul, mind and heart
four hands combined when two was wrapped with the other
three years and counting to infinity.
PoetryLover Dec 2015
what's more difficult than loving someone you knew could never love you in return?
what's more harder than keeping your feelings inside you for your friendship to sustain?
what's more painful than seeing someone you love, love another person as much as someone loves himself?
what's more farther than the distance between the two of you when you know that someone is only beside you?

how can an individual get through over this if giving up is not an option?
how can an individual stop that kind of feeling when an individual doesn't want to?
how can an individual not feel the pain when it hurts badly inside?
how can an individual escape this restlessness if that's the only thing an individual can do?

why do insecurities running over that individual?
why does someone can't return the love for an individual and left someone's present?
why can't an individual be just as happy as any person in the world?
why does someone can't see an individual through her strengths, love, and even her flaws?

when will an individual be waiting in vain?
when will someone appreciate individual's efforts?
when is the right time for an individual and someone if it exists?
when can an individual forget about every sacrifices she made for someone?

where can an individual find her own through times like this?
where can an individual get her own self-efficacy?
where on Earth will someone meet an individual for just the two of them?
where can an individual hide and cry if the world doesn't conspire her to be with someone?

who will be the involved persons that an individual may encounter during her worst?
who will be there for an individual if someone's already meant for another person?
who can mend an individual's broken heart just in case someone doesn't change his mind?
who should be the one to blame if everything goes wrong and none of you stay kind?

should an individual wait for someone to arrive knowing that someone can't not stay in another person's side?
should an individual have high hopes knowing that another person won't let her someone go to others?
should someone be at least aware of an individual's feelings for her?
should it be the right time for someone to know?

can these questions be answered by someone?
can an individual stop her feelings to have no more trouble?
are you hurting because someone has no answer to these questions?
are you dying because someone can't love an individual?

that's the reality. it hurts.
PoetryLover Aug 2015
bending is always better than breaking
but there are times that you need to know the feeling
that breaking is much better than bending
for you not to feel the suffering

to bend means to feel the pain little by little
endure, 'til you can't handle it anymore
to bend means to hold things still
but you'll never know when to keep it or just let go

to break means to cut and tear up what should be tore up
forget all the pains, guilt, regrets of yesterday
to break means to sacrifice a thing
you'll never know you've just let go
PoetryLover Jun 2015
Define pretending
Saying you're okay but you're not
That you understand but you don't
Acting like you're busy but in reality, you're lonely
When you know that he has someone new, you act like it doesn't hurt when it hurts so bad inside
When you say you've moved on but the truth is you're still waiting
When you say it's over but you know you still love him
And you say you can't relate with this message but then you really do.
PoetryLover Dec 2015
Eyes can lie but mouth is more sinful than eyes
Words can be bright but it can paralyze
Eyes can smile but mouth is more deceitful than eyes
Words can fright but it can conceptualize

By staring at one's eyes can see some feelings
An expression that can't be uttered through mouth
Minimal can do it
But not right at all times
PoetryLover Jun 2015
songs, they never die
feelings, they never lie
somehow, i'm dumbfounded
how these two were invariably connected

feelings, can sometimes die
but songs, they never lie
because it is what you feel that you write
and again, feelings can never lie

you found yourself related to the song
and asked yourself why
it's just you who can try
thinking the reason for so long

things, sometimes you can deny
but you know you're hurting inside
it's your true sentiment that cannot hide
so better let it out and cry
PoetryLover Dec 2015
Imagination
Leads to your destination
Anywhere you want.
PoetryLover Dec 2015
Stuck in the corner
So difficult to escape
Cold darkness inside
PoetryLover Dec 2015
stuck in the corner
so difficult to escape
cold darkness inside
PoetryLover Feb 2018
Ilang beses ko na  bnag sinabi sa sarili ko na huling iyak ko na to tapos tahan na?
Ilang beses mo na bag dinurog ung puso ko para buuin ko lang nang paulit-uliit?
Ilang beses pa ba akong magpapanggap na wala na pake hanggang sa maramdaman mo namang pagpapanggap lang lahat ng ginagawa ko?
Ilang beses pa ba akong magsisinungaling para lang maintindihan mo ung gustong isigaw ng puso ko pero hindi ko masabi sa'yo?
PoetryLover Mar 2016
'twas soon to summer
a message came about midnight
my heart skips a beat
and made a response instantly
what have gotten into you
that made you do the things you're doing
can't decipher, it's out of the blue
but i love it the way you just do

consecutive, almost sleepless nights
randomly throwing questions
partly answering honestly
no, not yet, it's too early
to answer such questions out of your curiosity
but why me

we're talking about our personal lives
and not just simply about books and grades we strive
you talk about things we've never discussed before
you're too vivid and rigid and plain
you have gotten ill, expressive, but you can't explain
the real reason you felt that way towards her
you said the wrong is in you and not in her
you said that you don't wanna see her cry
but you're weak on your own and can't deny
that you almost want to end or just fly
you almost made a decision, you ugly buddy

scream, yell, be loud, rejoice
he's confused, he's out of his mind, he's talking to you
he put his trust in you
with that, i almost forget that you're not free
unlike me
weep, comfort him, and be next to him
he's serious, he's suffering
and he needed me, to help him decide
and i'm the stupid one
the most stupid person ever

the next day you're just fine and both of you we're fine
and told me that you're back to the old you
that it's not bothering you anymore
and i felt a drop in my cheeks
and i felt my whole world freeze
and i felt myself no more
i felt myself, wait, where's myself?
i can't find it anymore.
PoetryLover Sep 2015
no thoughts coming out of my mind
no words coming out of my mouth
no feelings have been heard
no love was returned

pictures have been my memory,
albums have been my diary
the only thing that reminds me how it used to be
perfect when it's just you and me

pictures, how powerful they are
ability to remember every moment that's ours
wish to go back even just an hour
an hour to reminisce, apologize and heal the scars

no mistakes were not regretted
no moments were not cherished
no seconds were wasted
no life have been accomplished

pictures, i thought were real
pictures, i knew promises were sealed
pictures, i thought would help me heal
but pictures just made me weak and kneel

i'm no longer a child but you chose to made me feel
that i'm stupid enough for you to silently ****
a woman like me who's strength is going down on a hill
pictures were burned because of a deal

I've been through a lot
wanting to end with a dot
if it's just that easy
i already am finished with this story
PoetryLover Jun 2015
A broken mirror
Shattered into pieces
Smashed on the floor
Try fixing it
You'll just sore

Glued it many times
But the cracks were still visible

A broken heart
Shattered into pieces
Pick it up on the floor
Try healing the wounds
You'll just sore

Fixed it many times
But never will it mend

Better to leave it broken
Than try to hold it up again
You'll just end up hurting
PoetryLover Jun 2015
all i can feel is regret
realized how much i wasted you back then
i just want to forget
everything but i'm not sure if i can

too late for that young love
but too fast for you to move on

i feel sorry for you
for not giving you the chance to have me
for not letting you love me the way you want it to be
for tearing you apart
and for breaking your heart

just found myself reading
back to our small talks
back when you were still feeling something
for me but you just suddenly walked

away, i remember your promise
that you will not have anyone until we graduate
but there really are things that matter
okay, you don't make it anyway

too late for confessions
too early for fear of rejection

i feel sorry for everything
for not giving it a try
for not saying to you what i have to
before things were ******* up
but it's too late now
now, i'm the one who's tearing apart
and breaking my own heart

it takes everything in me
to have some courage to speak to you
but you're not giving interest anymore
think my efforts are wasted

so i better know where to stand
and just accpet things the way it should be
but it hurts that i still care even if
you're not doing the same thing
PoetryLover Feb 2018
You tell me words I didn't expect to hear
but now you're shutting your mouth as if I haven't been dear
All these words describe you from the moment you decided to do the things I haven't been ready for,
but seems like you care no more.
You're out of words when I pour my heart out
because you're guilty and feeling sorry
for destroying me unknowingly.
You never know how much pain it caused me when you decided to end those "feelings" you had
even the friendship that made me glad or sad?
I know you.
You can never hurt someone.
But I'm not someone so you chose to hurt me.
And I wasn't ready.
Who was anyway?
It's just that, I never saw it coming because i invested so much trust and all I gained was this situation where we must measure distance with each other
and never dare to bother
if it was fine,
just considering it was right.
But what if the right thing to do means to sacrifice everything since day one?
This is so wrong.

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