Don't cry over boys
Who tend to blame
You for their misfortune.
Don't quarrel with girls
Who try to insult and accuse
You for stealing their boys.
They are just boys
And they are just girls
Trying to be nice and cute
Then throw at you
Words such so and so.
And dont let your emotions
Cloud your judgment.
I know it's not right, but when I'm with you, it feels so right.
Isang daan at dalawang pu na oras.
Mga salita mo'ng buo.
Ang bumuo sa puso ko.
Natakot ako na baka hindi ko masuklian
Nakalimutan kung papaano.
Umatras, umayaw, nag paalam ako.
Nanatili ka. Sumugal ka.
Sinabi ko, hindi ko pa kaya.
Ayaw ko pa, pasensya na.
'Di ka na muling nag tanong.
Unti-unti ng nawala
Ang mga salita mo'ng bumubulong
sa puso kong umaambon.
Nainip ako, nag hahanap at nagtatanong.
"What went wrong?"
Mga salitang lumabas sa bibig ko.
Ang salita na gustong itanong sa'yo.
"I'm just trying to make you feel the same way you made me feel." ang sagot mo.
Natauhan ako. Naiiyak. Naguguluhan.
Nasasaktan. Nag-kukunwari na okay lang.
"Naiintindihan ko. Pasensya."
'yan lang ang mga salitang binitawan ko.
Nagpaalam tayo sa isa't-isa.
Paulit-ulit na paalam, pero bakit?
Bakit pilit tayong bumabalik sa iisang pahina?
Dumating ang Marso,
Nagtawanan pa tayo. Kamustahan.
Hanggang sa humingi ako ng patawad.
Pinatawad mo ako.
Tinanong kita kung meron pa ba, pwede pa ba tayo?
O huli na ba ang lahat?
Limang oras tayo'ng nag-usap.
Limang oras na nagkukulitan.
Nakikinig ka pa rin sa'kin.
Ganoon pa rin, parang walang nagbago.
Pero di mo pa rin sinasagot ang mga tanong ko.
Kung pwede pa ba?
Tinanong kita ulit.
Hanggang sa nabitawan ko ang salita'ng
"Pasensya ka na. Meron na akong iba."
"Mas mahal ko siya."
"Gusto ko lumigaya ka. Pasensya ka na."
"I already have mine."
"Kung kailangan mo ako. Nandito lang ako."
At yan ang mga sagot mo.
To Jew, probably this will be my last message for you. Paalam. Gusto ko rin na lumigaya ka. Mahal kita. Hanggang sa muli.
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
When did relationships
By a read receipt?
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?
What do we have left,
Why can’t we
In a diner seat
His "I love you" came swiftly.
Like the monsoon pouring down on a leaky roof
Those three words broke through my defences.
At first they were an ambrosia;
They sustained my life and our relationship.
At least for a short time.
Then "I love you" became an excuse;
For absences, and purpose-filled accidents.
And I ignored the warning signs, the flashing lights.
I pretended like "I love you" was enough...
...But it wasn't.
His "I love you"s were like band-aids on bullet wounds;
Like using play dough to fix cracks in concrete walls.
But I rationed our good memories,
I held on as tight as I could to our love
And watched as it slipped through my fingers.
His "I love you"s became poison
That seeped deep into my bones
And turned blue skies grey,
And turned light into darkness,
And slowly killed whatever semblance of love
I fooled myself into thinking we had left.
I wonder if you think of me
As I do of you,
I wonder if you miss me
I'm such a fool,
I wonder if you'd ever tell me
What I've put you through,
Soon I will be just a memory
Of someone you once knew,
As I fade away know that,
Once upon a time
I loved you ...
Did you ever love me too?