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From A Heart Apr 2016
Nakakapagod makitang lagi kang may kasamang iba.
Nakakapagod pakinggan ang mga kwento mo tungkol sa kanya.
Nakakapagod isipin ang history ng love life mo.
Nakakapagod tanggapin na, sa ngayon, hindi ako ang para sa iyo.

Pero salamat sa tiwala.
Salamat sa tawanan.
Salamat sa mga panahong natutuwa kang makita ako.
Salamat sa pake mo sakin.

Na kahit pa ulit-ulit na nagagasgas ng mga salita at gawa mo ang puso ko,
Binigyan mo ako ng panahong makilala ka. At malaman ang mga saloobin mo.

At oportunidad na mahalin ka kahit masakit.
Ang tunay nga na pag-ibig ay walang hinihinging kapalit.

Kaya huwag kang mag-alala,
Anumang gawin mo,
Hindi ako lalayo.

Dahil alam kong kailangan kita,
Pero deep down
...
Kailangan mo rin ako.
From A Heart Apr 2016
Hay nako,
Bakit ganto?
Di makatulog dahil sa'yo.

Replyan mo 'ko please!
'Di ko na matiis!
Kelangan ko lang 'tong ma-release!

Gusto kita ,
Ngunit nahihiya.
Iniisip mo parin ba siya?

Pwede bang me nalang,
Poging nilalang?
Effort saki'y 'di masasayang!
me nalang pls
From A Heart Apr 2016
I'm not confrontational.
I can't deal with things in my life like I should.
From A Heart Apr 2016
Don't worry lovely girl,
Your special words are not to be apologized for.
From A Heart Apr 2016
Does me writing now
mean that I've once again gone and
purposely fallen into a new hole?

The feeling returns
in the pit of my everything
that I am suffocating, intentionally,
and frustrated for doing so.

Confusion, flusters, guilt, you.

Tell me,
how do you do it?
How do you let yourself
look someone in the eye,
and know with confidence
that your feelings cannot
bother you any longer?
How do you become
numb as you so often tell me you are?
Do you feed me your sweet words and
false hopes?

Or have you really, in fact, found the key
to immortality?
From A Heart Apr 2016
Why do I always gotta go and ruin something beautiful?
antanga ko lang po.
  Jan 2016 From A Heart
Sara Teasdale
Every night I lie awake
And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
Confering at my head.
They speak in scientific tones,
Professional and low—
One argues for a speedy cure,
The other, sure and slow.
To one so humble as myself
It should be matter for some pride
To have such noted fellows here,
Conferring at my side.
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