You have found your home
in the arms of someone
I couldn't be
and all the glitter showers
I used to love
turned into dust
my eyes can't stand.

She loves shiny things,
and perhaps that's the reason why
she adores all stars at night.

The only thing she doesn't like
is how all glittery magics disappear
when all her reals are gone
she was left to wipe
her eyes to dry.

I have loved you
long enough to realize
how real love
can sacrifice one's happiness
in replace of
someone's.

I have loved you
long enough to wake up
from dreams of hopes
that someday
it could be you and I.

I have loved you
hard enough
to walk away
with colors of tomorrow

just like how glittery
confetti sway by winds
upon letting go.

I wrote your name
on a piece of paper
traced all the letters
and spelled all the pain
I kept buried deep within.

Perhaps I must send you
a letter today
and be it a reminder
of how cupid once
pulled an arrow
for you and me

ten years ago

on a sunny
Valentine's day.

You were so certain
of what kind of gift
you wanted to receive
that you focused more
on the wrappings;
you missed all chances
of seeing the significance
of the inside.