(THE BEST POEM EVER)**

i’m like that one spare tire
that people only use in times that are dire.
parang like a gulong is what i feel
kasi i’m also a constant third wheel,
but it’s k kasi when i remember cool ang tricycle,
i don’t feel as cold as an icicle.

i am nobody’s somebody,
and i feel the warmth of no body.
“do you have a boyfriend?”……no
pero k lang kasi boys smell like b.o
no, i’m kidding. that was really sexist.
(reminder: don’t generalize genders) k added that to my checklist.

so anyway, when my friends have stuff to do
i realize i have a lame social life…croo.
plus i always see my pals have “heart to heart” talks together
tapos ako hanggang small talk lang parang,  “hi hows the weather”
i mean i know we don’t always hang out
but it’s fun when we do naman e. #NoDoubt

in all seriousness, i’ll still be here for you all.
even if in the catwalk of buhay, you accidentally fall.
when “friends” only like you when you’re happy,  i’ll be a shoulder to cry on
but please, when you sob, wipe first your sipon.
at the end of the day i’ll be like The Giving Tree
and like when the tree was a stump, you can always sit on me. (wait, what)

i lost you.

well, i haven't lost you yet,
but i am losing you,
in this game of tug of war
between me and
late night papers
new friends,
fully booked calendars,
miles of road between us,
and nights of isolation.

i'm losing you, but i believe
that you cannot lose
what you've never had.
so am i really losing you
because i'm not sure
if i ever even had you.
oh, the idea of ownership
is such an obscure one.

a good friend once told me
that drifting away
from someone
is just a sign from God
that you've learned
all you can learn
from that person.
in that case
i dream to never stop learning
from you.

whenever i remember
that time when
the rays of the sun
hit you in a way
that emphasized
how you are golden,
i will keep in mind
that you truly are golden.
gold does not rust nor tarnish,
and so you
will not as well.

when these moments
will become just memories,
and the sands of time
will bury what we have,
i just want you to know
that you will live on
in my dreams
and whenever
i  visit museums,
draw on walls,
pass by thrift shops,
tune my guitar,
read poetry,
and get caught in traffic.
i will look back into the
treasures of my memory
remembering you,
as my sweetest one.