I guess there are two kinds of people; The Sun and The Moon

The Sun kind of people are the ones who show the world how their presence is essential and inevitably crucial
While, The Moon kind of people are the ones who usually works behind the desk that their role is, no matter how significant, remain invisible

I guess there are two kinds of people; The Candles and The Matches

The Candles kind of people are the ones who would light up the others not minding how it could burn their own selves
While, The Matches kind of people are the ones who take advantages of everything for the sake of their own good without thinking it may harm and hurt the others

I guess there are two kinds of people; The Sunrise and The Sunset

The Sunrise kind of people are the the ones who meant to stay in our life, to finally prove that not everything is temporary, that sometimes people and things could last forever too
While, The Sunset kind of people are the ones who has always meant to teach us lessons from the very first place, but that doesn't make it less of them because a part of them will always exist on the darkest corner of our heart

I am no Maria Clara
Nor the girl who can't even break a glass
Nor the princess of a kingdom
Nor the graceful dancer
Nor the sweet little girl
Nor the pretty, head turner type
Nor the lady who pours emotions
Nor the girl of your dreams

I am clumsy and awkward
And the girl who acts in a boyish manner
And the hunter of a forest
And the graceless explorer
And the tough intimidating girl
And the one who you would just passby
And the lady who builds walls around her
And the girl of your nightmares

So I wonder what you see in me.

*What did you see in me?

Cause I can't seem to find anything in myself.

Your poems were the one that made
Me write more and more
You are such a humble soul
You appreciate
In the most sweetest ways
Your words have always been sugar
They always made sense
But now I don't find you anymore
I miss you dear

Nung linggo, napadaan ako sa nbs nakita ko kasi sa facebook yung libro ni Juan Miguel
sabi ko, bukas bibilhin ko to.
para pag pumunta ulit ako sayo, may babasahin ako pag hinihintay kita
nung lunes, binili ko.
tanda ko pa kung gaano ko pinipigilan yung sarili ko na ilipat sa susunod na pahina nung sinimulan ko
isip-isip ko kasi, baka sa martes o sa miyerkules pa tayo magkita
baka maubusan ako ng tula
di naman kasi tayo yung klase na nag-uusap sa labas ng kwarto
mas mahaba pa nga ata ang tulang ito kaysa sa palitan natin ng mga salita pag hindi tayo nakahiga sa kama
dumaan ang martes,
miyerkules,
baka may ginagawa lang
huwebes kinausap kita ang sabi mo
“May tao dito, pagod na din ako. Sa susunod nalang”
mahal, tumango lang ako. Wala namang tayo. Ano bang karapatan ko sayo?
nung biyernes, sinubukan ko ulit
tinanong kita kung may ginagawa ka ba
sabi mo
“wala pero matutulog na ko”
sinagot mo ko habang nakatayo ka sa kabilang kalsada, di mo ko nakita pero nandun ako.

Nung isang linggo, mahal mo ako.
Alam ko na mahal mo na ko nun.
Tinanong mo ko kung mahal na kita, ngumiti nalang ako.
mahal.
mahal,
mahal na kita.

minahal kita nung unang pagsikat ng araw na nagising ako sa yakap mo
minahal kita sa unang paglapat ng labi.

mahal, sa tuwing natutulog ka ibinubulong ko sa labi mo na mahal na kita.

mahal, dati nung ako pa ang kasama mo matulog binubulong ko sa labi mo na mahal kita.