woman, not all lost battle
means defeat, stand still
because someday,
all the tears you shed
will bloom rainbows and gardens
in your heart, in your soul
and you will flourish
oh nothing but a beautiful blossom

i didn’t know i was bleeding
until i saw the blood d
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just like how i didn’t know
that you already left me
until i realized
it’s such a long time
and i was still here
staying, waiting

in the somber shade
of worn summer nights
hidden were boxes
of summer memories
left to rot in the attic
there’s a fog drifting
through the smokey alley
of memory lane
and words of promises
slowly evaporates
to the empty summer air
i stood there, reminiscing
letting flashbulb images
run through my chaotic heart
a tear falls, and more
as i finally took a step away
from a place we once called
our home

42 Paraselene
bereft of solace
i stood captive of the moon
then you caught my eye
you little glow, you little light
unnoticed beside la luna
oh beautiful paraselene
how i want to be the moon
if you will be
my beautiful bended light

41 Way away
if i sail way away away
from this world
to the end of every oceans
and galaxies and infinities
will you follow me knowing
that i am still complete
with or without you?

30 Cycle
“roses are red...”
just like how we bleed
we’re stuck in this cycle
trying to recycle
to reuse the same lines
for every the same lies
the aftermath is in our poetry
twisting our very own story
and now we’re both left
trying to figure out
each and every petal
on “what ifs” we settle
i’m tired, i’m tired
of reading between the lines
guessing which are lies
words remained unspoken
leaving us more than broken