Nothing has changed
I still feel numb
Some people can distract me for a time
But it never holds over
It always hurts
I see your face everywhere
I can see your cute little smile in the faces of others
Sometimes I hear your voice..
And it all hurts so much
I don’t think I can ever get over you
And it’s killing me
Your killing me..

Dark clouds roll on the horizon
His lies are written in ink on her skin and she’s swimming in a river
The sky is an endless expanse of gloom
His presence is gum stuck in her hair and she’s covering her whole head in peanut butter
It’s a challenge with you, trying to keep my head up in your downpour
His touch is a ***** t-shirt she’s been wearing and she’s finally taking it off
You flicker my lights so as to say “look at me” and I do
Memories of him are a watercolor painting that she left out in the rain Until the colors have all blended together and washed away
I hear you, storm. I see you. I’m not afraid of you.
He was the rain and she was finally learning how to dance in it

there is no ichor left in my veins,
and no tears left to shed,
and yet i still find myself
screaming in a broken voice,
my sins bleeding for all to see;
begging with dead eyes,
filled to the brim with emptiness;
and a patchwork heart
hoping for someone to save me

i am no person,
my god, i am my own grave,
and by god, do i plead
for even the smallest mercy;
why does nobody seem to hear me?
is it because they feign ignorance,
or is it just that
they've long forgotten
the difference between my silence
and a cry for help?

Hindi ako naghintay
nang pagkahaba-habang panahon
upang sa huli ay wala akong ibang gawin
kundi ang maghintay muli

hindi ako narito
upang tumambay lang nang sandali
dahil sa una pa lang ay
balak ko nang manatili

hindi ako umibig upang maging masaya

kung ang pagmamahal sayo ay
pagsaksak sa aking sarili,
walang bahala kong itututok
ang kutsilyo nang dali-dali

ganoon kita mamahalin

Sana'y sigurado kang mananatili
ang 'yong paghawak
pang matagalan.

the days
until I’d see you again
Now I count the ways I can get along
without you

I used to count
the sacrifices
that weren't pleasant
Now I count what I can do
without being acquiescent

I used to count
sheep
when I was up at night crying
Now I count how much sleep I get
without trying

I used to count
on you
for everything
Now I count on me
And I’m happy