No human can actually know what truth is
Because truth has too many dimensions
mixed with different perceptions
and people's interpretation
No human can see the truth in its true form

i wish you could see him how i see him
in the early morning without my glasses
blurred around the edges
buttoning his shirt with eyes half-open
or with one hand on the steering wheel
focused mostly on the red light
but also on the garden caught
between the synapses in his mind
i wish you could see him how i see him
storm clouds tumbling in his eyes
also rolling overhead
and the mercury falls ten degrees
and the skies break and he pours out
and my cup runneth over
i wish you could see him how i see him
at once a child lost in the grocery store
and a king on horseback charging into battle
at once a boulder with moss on the north side
and a wet, ****** heart
i wish you could see him how i see him

i was in love more times than i can count
before i met you in the heat of summer
in the wrong coffee shop
on the wrong street
but maybe i was never in love before you

every girl who’s hands have mingled with mine
have always felt forced
and clammy
and fleeting
and bounding

it was anxiety hugging my body
tighter than any of them ever could
and a cloud of desperation
separating them from me
love was always about power
or who could lust the hardest

i always won.
i always left first.

you’ve showed me that isn’t love at all
but i beg the questions
what is love
who am i to say
who are you to give it to me
who are we to create feelings only we can feel

we are artists making notes of reactions
while we show each other a world we never knew existed
the things that have always happened
in our peripheral vision
but never felt important to notice

this is what i want to feel
freedom.
freedom.
freedom.

And just like that, it was so simple
all daytime, flowers, and sunshine
or things
about which birds sing
He was patience
and madness
and simply
a beautiful night sky
just waiting for me to paint him.

Wala na bang pag-asa?
Ang dating magandang pagsasama,
Nagsimula sa mga matatamis na ngiti,
Onti-onti ng nawala at hindi na nakabawi.

Minsan ako'y napapaisip at nagtataka,
Nangungulila na ika'y muling makasama,
Mga matang puno ng luha,
Na dati'y kumikislap sa tuwa.

Gusto magtanong bakit ganito?
Bakit kailangan **** lumayo?*
Mahirap bang ayusin ang lahat?
Ang pagsasama ba natin hindi sapat?

Hindi ba't sabi mo,
Walang magbabago?
Sa mga tulang isinulat mo,
Nasaan na tayo?

"Ikaw ang laging nandyan sa ano mang kaganapan,
Kaya asahan mo, hinding hindi ka iiwan magpakailanman—"