They all come in different moods
like the ones we see in all
different faces on streets
we walk on every morning

But I know someone
who owns all of its faces.
She keeps them in a closet
hanged one by one
so it will be easier for her
to pick which best suits her day.

And oftentimes
she chooses her most favorite one-

that one with a perfectly
curved lips
teeth shown
blush on cheeks
hair untied

with eyes that say:
"Hold on a little longer."

Those same eyes I always see
behind all different faces she wears
in front of her shattered mirror
every morning.

You are the aftermath
I feel whenever rains end-

the opposite of positive
that repairs
my brokenness.

I came to silence
in thoughts of protection
against the chaotic noise of love

Only to realize how
all my silent screams
could **** a heart

If only I wasn't too late...

Maybe I could have
saved myself from drowning.

it was always from myself
whom I have to protect
myself of.

He who knows all wounds
is the only one who could tell
when enough is enough.

And he who knows all scars
is the only one who's familiar
with where it once bled,
when all lessons are learned,

and when it is time
to fin'lly let go.

You just listen...

Its every beat
beats with your pulse.

I borrowed a moment
from an old clock
and asked Goblin
to spare me some time.

Just wanted to mem'rize
your happiest smile

and be it the last thing
I'd see

to let all go.

It was raining
and we were trapped
under trees
when out of the blue
you said
love is so hard.

I silently smiled
and caught some
raindrops through my
opened palm...

and sincerely whispered
my wish unto sky.

You loved trees
so much
that I even
hang my roofs
on its branches.

That way,
you'd be sheltered
when it rains

in hopes that
you would hear
how all my walls
beat and break
by thy presence.

She fights battles
her smiles
would never
tell

she stands
and dusts
her knees
like nothing hurts

and everytime
she breathes,
she reminds me
of how a warrior
should live.

Wanna know why it hurts
to love?

because we let our
world revolve
around the thought
of it.

Have a life,
dear.

Have a life...

I didn't love him into halves
to leave myself the half that I deserve

I loved him in whole
'cause that's his worth

though in pieces
I received my heart back.

Does it hurt to love someone from afar?

-No.
What pains me more
is loving someone so near
without being able
to touch him.

Someone you are always with
and should never
be in love with.

I've tasted rust
long enough to
convince myself
how one's own words
could bleed him
to insanity.

he was too tall
of being an iron
-unaware of how
all his own rusts
destroy him
from within.

You might not want
to admit it
but truth hath spoken:

what makes you stay
is the same thing
that hinders you
from growth...

She feels so mad
she couldn't even
look him in the eyes
for she knew that once she does
she'll be lost again
fully,
madly,
deeply.

She got tired of being
someone's ruby
so she turned her heart
an adamant in freeze
Now she ramps on fire
only diamonds could saunter.

We both adore
how lightning stiked
a post of nest
with pain we hate.

And when we both fell
we felt a force
of being moved apart...

apart
from where we used
to nest.

apart
from the rest

apart
from all comfort
we were at best

apart
from all the sparkling
magical glitters

we both felt

when thousands of voltage
hit us right straight
to heart.

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.

Thought I'd be happy
settling as petals
when flowers bloom
humans would love
but all hands wicked
they pick and let me wither
and so I'm always left
to lament all my deaths.

Thought I'd be happy
living as a vibrant leaf
in winds I sway
to humans I am life
but gravity can't be defied
I had no choice
but to let all go
and so with rocks I'd lay
and learned to take a rest.

northern lights
ice from my pockets
embracing coldness
love sprouts within.

She loves like poems
and stars and moon-
grandeur, finest, calm

But he's an ocean,
lightnings and thunders-
chaotic, loud, ******.

Both unwilling to change
but in tides and trenches
they meet.

I love him
like I used to love
sunshine
despite being
a rainmaker.

I love him
like how dandelions bloom
only to be blown by winds.

I love him
that I forgot
how footsteps strike
straight to pain
when it sounds
like fading

and fading

and fading

Glass do break
when it kisses ground
but not all
shattered pieces
would stay at surface
for life.

That's how gravity
rules the earth;
that's how love
invades hearts.

Perhaps I was raised
to be a peasant
merchant;

fated to buy
faith in trade
of hope,

to purchase attention
in trade of fame,

and to avail love
in trade of happiness.

It's when you learned
how to let go
of all dusts
that makes you fill
your jar with stars.

I never knew it
until I've seen
an entire galaxy
thru his eyes.

She had outgrown
places she once thought
she'd die leaving behind.

Now she had ceased all pain
as she seizes her days
flipping her wings
above all winds.

Learned to pour
all the love
I deserved
unto my empty cup

Only to find out
I've been thirsty
the whole time
I was sunken,
drowning
by self-love.

day and night
rain or shine
from the beginning
'til the end,

you are my
most fave page.

And maybe I have been
so familiar with being
out of this place
That when someone willing
to shelter me came,
I ran my life out of it.

Or maybe I have been
so into out of love
That when he came
and offered his heart,
I had no idea how to handle it.

So I ran my heart away.

Everyone deserves
both the sun and the rain.
But not everyone gets
the same amount of both.
And so is with the weigh
of love we ought to give
and receive.

Tonight
I'll sleep under
the ceiling of stars;
in a blanket
I'd be caressed by hugs.
Under my pillow
our captured days will rest.

Beneath my bed,
my monster at peace.
she'd whisper a poem-
the love we never had.

And while the crickets
sing their hope for us,
we'd both bleed
our hearts to sleep.

Tell me something even more tormenting
than the simple act of waiting...

a little more waiting...

and a lot more waiting.

I've decided to peel off
the parts of me
you have touched.
Burn it all out;
and through ink,
I washed all
the traces you left me with.

Now I'm a bleeding sheet
with marks
I see as materpiece.

How would you know when is enough?
-When it's already too much.

Then when is too much too much?
-When you've given too much, yet your too much isn't enough. It wouldn't be enough. So enough.

-‎Or maybe when you've given too much. You've been too much you've exceeded enough. So enough.

Either way, learn when to tell yourself ENOUGH.

And to our ears,
all tick and tocks of clocks
became so familiar
that we missed
to savor each second
'twas willing to give
until it died.

I'm afraid
I might be looking
unto something
I am so familiar with
that it becomes so ordinary,
I am missing the chance
to see its worth.

Like listening to a song
I have memorized for years
without feeling the beat
anymore.

Or being with someone
I am so used to be with
without actually
feeling him
at all.

He settles in places,
while I collect all the stamps.
He loves to break rules;
I end up breaking within.
He sewed patches
unto his sleeves,
and I was too busy
stitching my wounds.

He peacefully
lays at night;
I stay awake,
lamenting the sounding
blast of his comfort.

We both end up on our own pillows.
His is a smiling moon.
Mine a pouring rain.

We cannot carry all the burdens from our painful past.
We can only leave it there, burried underneath the roots of memories we had for once.
Make some baby steps for now.
You'll be surprised of how you'd be able to make giant ones once you've learned how let it all go.

It's a total ache
for being so near
to someone
you wanted to
hug,
but not
being able to.

Like giving
comfort to an
injured butterfly
while healing
your own wings.

Or being the light
in someone's darkest path
while melting deep inside.

Either way,
you still choose
to give.
Even without receiving.
To love.
Even without
being loved back.

What else can you do?
You can't be greedy enough
to ask for more than
what you can give...

you can only
be grateful enough
for things
you can only get.