The only reason why I stayed was because of pity.

as the flower bloomed
brighter days were promised
in love letters and hopeful kisses
everything…

everything fell in to place
because finally
we made and experienced
something so beautiful
so pure
so lovely

as it grew — matured
we thought of futures
our jaded happy minds
longed to embrace

but as the flower wilted
we turn back to the time it bloomed
forgetting to take out the ****
neglecting its need of water
asking what ifs
losing trust

we failed to realise

that its destroy

did not start when it bloomed

it started when we first planted it

and then we realised

it was planted on toxic soil

we began to realise,

it was never beautiful in the first place

At sa huli —
Ng sakit, ng pighati —
Ang tiwala ko sayo
Ay tuluyan nang naglaho.

As the silver swings
Against the tan, soft linen;
And the crimson rushes
To the white vinyl;
And the harsh cream light of the moon
Turns into a soft pale gray to pitch black --
I realize:

I exist only in oblivion.