Can I confess about something I have in my mind?
I am as thankful as blessed that you are considered mine.
I like the way you looked at me and thought "wow",
That is what I will treasure between my deathdate and now.
I am not the prettiest but you make me feel like I am,
I know you are going to be my one and only man.
Your eyes are deep and bright at the same time,
I wonder if I'll ever find a person your kind.
I'm gonna marry you if I can but I promise I will,
I'm going to wait you some day in front of me kneel.
I gave you chocolates because I know that you deserve
Every sweetness that I will always preserve.
I gave you a shirt to know that you are with me,
Whenever and wherever you ever will be.
I made you this poem to let you know what I feel,
To show you love in my words my Achilles' heel.

I see you too much
I hear you to much
I smell you too much
I taste you too much
I feel you too much

That you became my
6th sense

they said there is a whole universe out there

but he was my earth

special and one of a kind

You are the luckiest when an artist loves you
For he or she will make you their masterpiece
In every way that they can
That others cannot
Yet, you must have forbearance
Whereas an artist will always have problems
Something will always be imperfect
Something will always be missing
You have to know what right words to say
For them to keep on going
Whatever it is
A painting, a poem, a novel, a song
An artist is good in a lot of things
It is their masterpiece
It is what keeps them alive
And you are their strength and inspiration
To make magic with their minds and hearts
By their mouths and hands
But, I can assure you,
You are the luckiest when an artist loves you

I get offended when people say
That the happiest girls
Are the prettiest ones.

But
How about us?
How about the girls who
Fight the urge of crying
Every night alone?
How about the girls who
Almost stitch their skin to pain
Just to flash a smile?
How about the girls who
Are in a battle from the moment they woke up
Struggling to keep their pieces together?

Can't we be the prettiest?
Can't the strongest be the most beautiful ones?

One of the reasons why I love books
and readings was because
I love words.
I am in love with words.
I fall in love with words.
But you knew exactly what to say.
You always knew.

I was afraid of how you made me feel
because I don't want to feel
anything anymore.
I was afraid of getting attached
to words you say
because none of it was sincere.
I was afraid of falling in love
because this was just game.

People will always leave.
It doesn't matter how they tell you
that you are the most important thing
that ever happened to them.
It doesn't matter how they treat you so special
for days, weeks, months, years, I don't know.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter how they tell you 'I love you'
after they kiss you on your forehead.
It doesn't matter how they make you
feel warm when you were cold.
It doesn't matter how they remind you
how perfect you are after you wake up.
You will be left hanging
somewhere,sometime, somehow
by that someone.
It's just a matter of duration.
People leave no matter what.
It's a human nature.

Metaphorically,

You were white
I was black
We could be grey
But we didn't know
How to mix colors

Is it okay to accept someone
Who made you feel so rejected?
Is it okay to respect someone
Who made you feel so disrespected?
Is it okay to be strong for someone
Who made you feel so weak?
Is it okay to love someone
Who made you feel so unloved?

Lagitik. Isang malutong na tunog na nagtatagal lamang ng wala pang isang segundo.
Lagitik. At nahulog na ako sayo.

Subalit ako lamang ay isang tahimik na babae. Nakaupo sa sulok ng ating silid-aralan. Hindi kita hinanap. Nakita mo lang ako at ginulo ang buhay ko.
Lagitik. At napaibig mo ako.

Tama sila, napakasarap magmahal. Ang mga araw na kasama ka'y tumatagal lamang ng isang lagutok sa sarap **** kasama.
Lagitik. At nabago mo ang buhay ko.

Lumipas ang mga taon at mahal parin kita. Walang pagbabago ngunit ikaw'y nagbago. Nalaman ko nalang na pinagpalit mo na'ko.
Lagitik. At iniwan mo ako.

It is covering me with thick layers
Of absence and silence
Until I am finally numb
That I can't feel anything anymore
But suffocation
From emptiness

Maybe not...
     He did bought me bouquet of roses,
     Or a box of expensive, assorted chocolates;
     I know I just need a piece of flower,
     He picked from the ground when we were together.

Maybe not...
     He did drove me on our way home,
     Every night when we thought every place was our throne;
     He was my king and I was his queen,
     In our world full of sweetness and beam.

Maybe not...
     He did so much effort for me,
     I knew it was and will always be him;
     Those sincere, dazzling eyes looking at me,
     With a promise that I will always daydream.

Maybe not...**
     We were always in aptness and peace,
     On days when we thought our liaison would split;
     Anger was spilling right out of our mouths,
     But still end up together among of all crowds.

The best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one.
One said.

But every time you show up,
you remind me that
perhaps,*
Some people are worth having a heart for.

i was the cell in your body

who lived in every part of you
who made you feel alive
who took care of your flaws
who completed you
who loved you



who got easily replaced

it still
       hurts but
                   it doesn't
                               **** me
                                         anymore.

i lost count of months since we drifted apart,
but I still find myself asking the destiny
"what if?"
i have this unconscious addiction of your existence
that I do not tolerate anymore
but every time I go to places,
i still find myself looking for your face.

then, one day, I finally saw you.
walking there, still looking as seamless as you once were
with another girl that probably brought the shine back to you.
you still have no idea how much I wanted to talk to you,
to ask how you were, to know if your perception had changed.
but, darling, she was the thick wall that kept us unconnected.

after months of waiting,
you finally sent me a message...
without even saying a word.

I'm always not the only one. There's
always gonna be someone else. I'm just
one of the options. I'm not
even a second choice.
Imagine?
I feel worthless sometimes.
People leave me. I'll get easily
replaced.
Maybe because I'm not that beautiful.
Maybe because I have a ****** personality.
What you do doesn't matter anymore.
What you are does.
I am a terrible person.
And nobody likes a terrible person.

Love is magical
But it made me cynical
It was a horrible fantasy
That kept me in misery

What you do doesn't matter anymore.
What you are, does.

I am a terrible person.
And nobody stays with a terrible person.

I was never better.
And people don't settle for less.

When I die,
I do not want vacuous truths at my written eulogy.
I do not want people hear lies about me.

“She was beautiful.”
I am not. I was not.
Beautiful people knew how to dress.
They do not act like an awkward mess.

“She was strong and brave.”
I am not. I was not.
Strong and brave people do not cry themselves to sleep.
They do not consider themselves as a heap

“She was smart.”
I am not. I was not.
Smart people are not afraid of choices they make.
They are confident about the risks they take.

Before I die,*
I want you to know that I am dull, anxious and dumb.
I am broken and small like a piece of crumb.