Inside me is a whirlwind of emotions that no one not even you could understand,
it's not that I expect you to.

Stuck within are the moments that remind me how weak I still am even though I am trying my best to be strong.
Your snide remarks don't ever help at all, just verifying these demons in my head.

My hands shake while my entirety submerges into a cold sea of unwanted yet written memories.

So this is what it'd feel like every year,
Well at least now I know.

The tires were flat,
The gas is dead
Were trapped in this forest
Constantly falling in a hole without an end

Lying on these sheets,
Shadows dancing inside my head
Too much depends upon,
Too much expects for more
Voices seek for the hug of a serene sea,
A heart wanting nothing but to be free

Opportunities begin to unfold,
Clear vast spaces await to be filled.
Today I’d pledge to leave some uncertainties behind.
Today our story transfigures into an open-ended chapter.

Para sa puso kong handang lumisan,
Para sa puso kong di na kaya pa ang masaktan.
Para sa tibok nitong unti-unting nauupos,
Para sa mga luhang unti-unting nauubos.
Para sa puso kong nagdurusa,
Para sa puso kong sumisigaw: “Tama na! Tama na”.
Para sa mga taong kinuha ang lahat ng iyo,
Para sa mga taong nakalimutan na ikaw din naman ay tao.
Para sa mga gabing wala kang ibang binigkas kung hindi siya,
Para sa mga araw na nagbabalatkayo kang masaya.

Ang lahat ay lilipas din,
Kapit lang, Dasal ng mariin.

I thought the sky was clear once more,
That I am healed from a bleeding sore
But it seems like each “okay” is a heavy sigh,
A sharpening blade, an inner lie

I want to feel your warmth,
I want to feel wanted for once
I want to stare in your soul and understand  the entire you as much as you want to be a part of mine.
We will be the light in each other's darkness.
I want to be the one who will say that it's okay. That you're okay.
I want to feel your breath like my whole world depends on it.
I want to write about you everytime I got the chance to.
My words will be composed of your touch. Your late night calls. Your reckless plans. You.

I want to be a part of your story, too much that it kills us both.

We were perfect running schemes,
A joyful river, a flowing stream
But we never saw this sunset coming,
A surreal yet perfectly painful ending

She was a petal. Untouched. Untamed.
She was a beast inside aflame
Half her life she must prove her worth,
Her heart too empty to be considered first.

I'd write about raging fires and seas,
I'd wander on how things might be
Within I'd wander for the right words,
All while my hands shiver relentlessly
For years I'm trying to create the perfect poetry,
But now your here, and it's all I'll ever need.