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I remember the night you held my hand and kissed my scars.

I remember the night you wiped my tears and said you'll be right here by my side.

I remember the night you walked with me under the city lights and made me feel alright.

I remember the night you pinched my nose when you ****** me off.

I remember the night you tried to kiss me under a tree.

I remember the night you promised not to leave me.

I remember every night I spent with you, especially the night you said we can't be lovers because you want me to be not in your past, but to always be in your present. The night when everything we had was set aside. The night you chose to ignore me.

I remember the night you chose to live your life, and I chose to die each day.

I remember the night when we chose to break our promises- your feet and my blades had gone through the same distance.
I saw this poem of mine on my Facebook Memories, and I originally  posted this on April 28, 2015.

I can still feel the pain 6 years after
If it's easy like breathing,
I'd let it out of my chest,
I'd hold my breath, get rid of you,
Until there's nothing left, I'm dead.

Remember the first time you killed me?
You left, came back said sorry,
I was a fool to forgive my murderer,
Who cares? I love you anyway.

I'm broken by you,
And it's you who can fix me,
But I know you can't now,
You don't glue things up,
When you find them useless.

I feel so useless, cheated on,
To think you're with her,
When I still want you with me.
Isn't it unfair?
Remember I was your everything
Before you loved hurting me,
And I still love you.

Is it a sin to love a sinful person?
Is it wrong to love someone who does wrong?

What's the point of fixing things and breaking them again?
I'd rather be broken,
I'd rather be played than feel nothing at all.
This was a poem I wrote exactly 6 years ago. I actually don’t remember the inspiration for this piece, and the idea’s a bit messy but I was really intrigued- whatever it was I was going through when I wrote this must’ve been very painful.
Hindi ko alam kung bakit pa nagtataka,
Kung bakit pa nagtatanong kung may pag-asa pa,
Bakit pa nga ba aasa pa?
Kung ang pag-asa ay sa simula pa lang ay wala talaga.

Ilang taong  nagsikap para makita mo na ang pagmamahal ko ay hindi katulad ng kaniya,
Para kapag sinabing “nag-iibigan” ay tayo ang magiging kahulugan at hindi ang halimbawa,
Na hindi na mananatiling konsepto ang “magkasama tayong tatanda”,
At hindi na mananatiling pangako ang “hindi ka na mag-iisa”.

Pero ang tayo’y parang ningas na hindi man lang naglagablab ay namatay na,
Parang apoy na hindi pa man nagbaga ay agad inapula,
Na hanggang ngayon tinatanong kung bakit nagpipilit umalab para sa iba,
Kung kaya namang huwag upusin ang mga sarili sa piling ng isa’t isa.

Ako’y nakagapos sa iyong pagmamahal na hindi naman talaga naging akin,
Kinukulong sa hawla ng kahibangan na baka sakali mag-iba ang ihip ng hangin,
At sa wakas ay ako’y iyong pakakawalan sa kadena ng pag-iilusyon,
Baka sakaling ang tayo’y magiging bahagi ng kasaysayan at hindi na piksyon.

Pero ang kasaysayan nating hindi pa man nagsisimula ay nais nang isulat ng iba,
Isang taong nagsusumikap maging bayani sa bawat yugto, naghihintay na mabigyang halaga,
Na sa akin ay nagtatanong, “magiging tayo kaya?”
At bago siya masagot, ay kailangan pang magtanong sa’yo, “magiging tayo kaya?”

Kasi kung hindi, hindi ko na ipipilit ang sarili ko at tatanggapin ko na,
Na sa pagtupad ng pangarap kong pagpapalaya mo sa’kin sa kadena ay iba ang nakatakda,
At  sa piling niya, baka sakaling makuha kong maging lubusang masaya,
At ako naman, hindi na ikaw, hindi na ang damdamin mo ang nakataya.

Kasi kung hindi, hahayaan ko siyang apulahin ang aking apoy na nag-aalab para sa’yo,
At gisingin ako sa katotohanang nauupos na ako, nauubos na ako,
Na kaya ang tayo ay parang ningas na hindi lumalagablab kasi hindi pala ikaw ang baga,
Hindi pala dapat ako umasa.
If I have forever to say these things,
I'll just play a never-ending song.
I will scream at the top of my lungs,
to let everyone know I have a someone like you.

There might be a lot of things I don't have,
but I have you.

Two different worlds,
two different souls,
now live as one.
You've let me see,
right through your eyes,
the light in the dark.

I may not have everything,
but I have you.
What's with Valentine's Day,
I'm not with you anyway,
What's with the flowers and chocolates?
What's with the red shirts on dates?

I've been crying here for years,
Now I'm drowning in my tears,
Because when the moon replaced the sun,
You left, you're gone.

Now I'm struggling every 14th of February,
It all began since you left me,
My colorful world turned blue,
The night you stopped saying, "I love you".

I don't care about Cupid's arrow,
Because what I had in love is sorrow,
Vows, promises, said not made,
Cuts me down like a blade.

What's with kissing doves?
If you don't know how to love?
What's with Valentine's Day?
I'm not with you anyway.
A poem I wrote 5 years ago. I wrote this after seeing myself in a room full of lovers, and I'm the only one who's single.
We have been loving right,
The wrong persons we knew,
Later out of your sight,
And seems no one suits you.

We have been wondering,
Forever searching,
The love that we knew,
Everyone's been wanting.

We never had a clue,
Baby it's me and you,
We are a match,
Made in heaven.

We are trying so hard,
Just to be perfect with them,
Never thought that we'd be
Perfect for the two of us.

Come take my hand,
Forget what's behind,
Come fly with me,
Together to infinity.
A poem I made for my boyfriend (now my ex)
To someone who's really dear,
Cheers to another year!
You're one year older,
But age is just a number.

I just want to use this opportunity,
To thank you for putting up with me,
For the times when I'm nothing but gloomy,
You're there to cheer me up, to make me happy.

May you achieve everything you desire,
Never be afraid to dream, to aspire,
As long as you have that passion burning like fire,
Your dreams will take you somewhere higher.

Always smile, always be happy,
Even if life is sometimes ******,
Sorry if this poem is really sappy,
I just wanna wish you a happy birthday, Jeffrey!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE!
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