Dont let people ruin things for you. Dont let them be the reason why you don’t watch your favorite series anymore, why you skip songs, why you switched beers, or why you dont go to your usual place anymore. That’s yours. You watch it, listen to it, you do it, and let it hurt you. Sit still and let your emotions fill you, but dont let it control you. Stay inside your room. Cry. ******* cry. Call your friend, say it to them. Cry. Dont let it numb you. It’s better to be sad than feel nothing at all. So go, listen to the playlist you did for them, let the words stab you. It will hurt, **** it will hurt. You will shake, you will cry, and you will feel like you’re drowning cos its harder to breathe now. But you let it hurt. Until you wake up one day and it doesnt hurt anymore. The scar is there, for sure, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. It will come. God hears all your silent prayers, and you will pray some more.

Huwag mo 'ko hintayin sa dulo,
kitain mo ako sa kalagitnaan.
Sabayan mo ako.

It’s as if He aligned the whole solar system,
to make the universe beautiful for you,
and then He gave you to me.
God knows all my silent prayers.

I didn't say yes, either
but babe, no amount of shower
can wash away your touch.

Not even brushing my teeth,
I can still taste your mouth.

It's not love, not even close
the difference was
you acted like it was real,
I didn't even had to act.

pag apak ko pa lang sa pampang,
lunod na ka agad.
tubig na pumapasok sa baga,
hinahayaan lang.

pero bakit ganoon?
pilit ka paring sinisisid,
kahit ang tubig hanggang talampakan,
kahit abot kamay lang ang buhangin.

hindi ako aahon, hindi ako hihinga,
mas gugustuhin kong malunod,
kesa umahon sa mundong wala ka.
sisisirin hanggang may perlas na makuha.

That's what I keep telling myself,
is it a good thing or a bad thing?
Almost four months of heart breaks
and a kick on the gut.

And it took me so long to write this poem,
That today marks the 244th day.
Or i dont know, I lost count.
It’s safe to say that it’s been a while.

I don’t really know how I managed
to still be here, breathing.
When all I wanted was to see you,
and look at your smiles.

It’s been a while, and I’m still here.
Maybe because he’s looking out for me.
And that’s the thing that lets me sleep.
That keeps me going.

stiff, my body's almost dead
shaky, hands are most likely to fail
slow, almost not moving

but still,
standing.