don't get me wrong,
i'm really happy that i get to talk to you.
but this sadness, is just so overwhelming;
i feel that just talking is barely enough
to ease the aches and pain of missing you

i want to see you

i got used to never letting myself breathe- i mean, what's the point when everyone around wants to suffocate you?

"Why do you stay,
                 if they won't for you?"

"No one ever stayed for me,
                 and maybe at some point,
                                    no one stayed for them.
                                                    And maybe if i do,
                                                             ­   they'll change their mind"

kinuha mo ang aking mga kamay- tinitigan mo ako
at sinabi mo, 'halika, lumayo tayo dito,' kaya tayo'y nagtungo
sa lugar na walang sakit at nakapanlulumong,
mga problema na ating dinaranas dati;
at nuon ding panahon na iyon,
nahanap natin ang tunay na kasiyahan
sa piling ng isa't isa, walang kamalayan
sa ibang tao sa paligid, pagkat magkasama na tayo;
wala nang problema na maaaring magdala ng bagyo

masaya na tayo, sa simpleng mga bagay na mayroon tayo
mga bagay na hindi man bago,
hindi man sapat para masabing masaya, pero alam ko,
ramdam ko, na masaya na tayo

pero
teka, ano ito?
Teka, bakit nawawala na
ang lahat ng nasa paligid natin
TEKA LANG! -sambit ng mga labi ko
yun na ang huling nasabi ko sayo

akala ko, masaya na tayo
sa mga simpleng bagay na  mayroon tayo,
mga bagay na hindi man bago
ngunit ngayon, bumalik na ang simple sa kumplikado
hinahanap ngayon ang saya sa salitang 'tayo'

pero nagising ako;
at kahit anong pilit na ipikit muli ang aking mga mata
at subukang mahimbing sa kaisipan na mayroong ikaw at ako
huli na ang lahat, di ko na maibalik ang panandaliang suyo
ng minsang nanaginip ako na mayroong tayo

you were a candle;
i was a matchstick

from the start we knew
we're not fit for each other;
doomed to hurt one another

still, we tried to make it work,
despite all the consequences

what were we to do?
we loved one another

i burned myself to give you fire,
to ignite a spark in you;
giving you the blazing passion
to go after what you sought out to be

the scorching heat that burns me,
was nothing compared to the raging
bliss i felt by giving you warmth;
and seeing you light up brighter
more than what you thought you could

soon, the embers melted
every inch of your original self

yet it was fine,
you were a candle after all
a candle who can be molded back
in new ways, shape, and form

but i was only a matchstick
that burns out quick

still, it was fine
because i know for a fact,
if i could do it for eternity
i'd always set myself ablaze
if it means giving you
the light, the warmth, and the fire
to help you serve your purpose

and little did we know,
you helped me serve mine

because some people are like candles,
capable of setting things on fire;
incapable of starting one of their own,
they need something to light up the spark

then, the're some people who are match sticks,
who can start a fire on their own
and give that spark that candles need;
but burn themselves during the process

yet, isn't a matchstick made
to start a fire?

i long for the day i'd grasp on the idea that not being able to say your name nor think of you, doesn't mean that i've forgotten you- but learned to live with the thought that i haven't

do you know how i'm sure i love you?
because i chose you- every single day

even if i am not your choice, anymore

their love was a burning matchstick
they tried to hold on to
the sight of the fiery inferno
engulfing the wood was a beauty
both of them saw for the first time

when the flame started to get closer
closer to getting their fingers burnt
one of them wanted to let go;
while the other? i'm afraid, no

he was too curious, you see
he wanted to know what the flame felt like
wanted to feel what burning love was

but he was also too selfish to see that,
while he may be ready to feel
the burning sensation at his fingertips;
she was afraid of getting hers blazed

because, she too, was curious;
too curious, that she forgot
why she even held on to the matchstick
as they ignited the flame;
when she was still holding on to flashlights
that made her feel safe
guiding her through the darkness of life
without the fear of getting burned by the light

as for him?
he tried hold on to the matchstick
as long as he could take the flame
waiting for the time
she would hold the match once more

or maybe, someone else
who was not afraid to get burned

the last time i stayed up late at,
it was because no matter what i tried
you wouldn't leave my mind

i hope the the next time i do,
even if i don't try, it would be because
you wouldn't want to leave my side

a cold breeze swept through the empty streets,
stars flickered through the dark pigment of the night;
quiet whispers were heard from the neighboring trees,
the moon stood still and glistened with all its light.


tonight the moon looks rather awfully bright,
as if the weight of its problems is lifted away;
wearing a bright smile after a hard-fought fight,
and another sleepless night, it chose to stay.


with a closer inspection, you would start to see,
behind the moon's bright facade of light;
stars fell from the sky towards the sea,
you'd tell yourself; the moon cried that night.

i thought the days will start to get warmer
despite the cold breeze and the cold frozen sugar
melting in the warmth of our tongues-

they just got colder as soon as we're done

The void keeps pulling me towards its center
with hands tied together, I can't seem to remember
the last time I held yours.
It seems as though forever has passed me by.

No, I take it back
I feel as though it had been an eternity,
since I last held grasp of your soul;
and talked to the billions of pieces
that make it up.

Tiny bits of your identity
that I once had known, but now?

I don't seem to know whether most of your pieces
are still part of you, or has your soul
been shattered too much, that more
pieces have shown themselves
and made their presence
to make up the very essence, of you.

All I know is that every piece that you are made of,
is like a piece of a puzzle, perfectly fitted
with each other, and together
they make you a beautiful masterpiece
that no one can ever pull apart.

your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign

it's 1 am and i'm missing you
sitting here and wondering
if you ever miss me too

if you would ask me.
what is the meaning
of all the words that,
i have been offering

i would tell you,
they are everything

i write to find meaning
i write to give meaning
i write so i could mean something
at times when i feel like nothing

and the thing is,
i'll keep offering words to you
because you mean so much to me

and that is my meaning,
so, i would never stop writing

you know it really does get sad and lonely
waiting for someone without certainty

but at the end of a long day
as long as i know that everything
and anything i do is all for you

i'd let myself be swallowed by the loneliness
because in the end, it will all be worth it

and when everything else turns out fine
you'll grab me by the hand
and pull me right out

it's because i love you