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634 · Dec 2014
Done
Mylacette Dec 2014
Maybe this time
it will not hurt.
Maybe this time
you’ll make him happy.
Maybe this time
you had done
the right thing.
Maybe this time
he’ll realize
that you had done
such thing for
his own welfare.
Maybe this time
he’ll realize
that losing you
is the best thing he had ever done in his entire life.
629 · Sep 2014
Illusion
Mylacette Sep 2014
sunshine, butterscotch
doggie licks, bunny hops
the summer breeze
i wish in this
cold fleeting heart
in me
571 · Dec 2014
Profanity
Mylacette Dec 2014
I looked at my scars.
I stared at the mirror for a moment
and a frown formed in my lips.
I realized that I've loved you--
too much that it hurts,
that it scared me and
that it might ****
me,
I try to breathe in
and calm myself down.
503 · Sep 2014
Ghost
Mylacette Sep 2014
you took a part of me
my smile, my soul, my life
miserable, helpless--hopeless
all that i can't deny

you took a part of me
my senses, sanity, modest
weak, lost and broken
all that i still cherish

you took a part of me
and i will never forget
how you made me hate
the feeling of falling in love again
494 · Sep 2014
Maybe
Mylacette Sep 2014
sanity has lost it
and I am yet to find
tranquility despite
tragedy of this
hopeless mind

your eyes, your smile
just the thought of
you weakens me
yet I know this is
useless, helpless
can't you just see?

I wonder how long
will I stand
trying my best
to make things
work in hand

maybe, just maybe
losing you is for the best
but maybe, just maybe
I hope you'll come back--
back in my arms again
448 · Oct 2014
Fume
Mylacette Oct 2014
Stain on my shirt, I can't erase
The fumes of your cologne
I can't help but embrace
I wonder how long will this be
My longing for you--
eternal as it may seem.
388 · Dec 2014
On broken poles
Mylacette Dec 2014
I'm not mad.
I am just...
worried, that's all.
I'm worried.
I think it's normal
to be worried
but I--
don't like this at all.
You're making me
feel
as if
I had done something wrong
and
I had made you upset.
I don't like it.
It's disgusting.
I tried approaching you,
but there you go again,
closing your doors at me.
Please,
let me say something.

You can also lean on me.
374 · Dec 2014
This is the part
Mylacette Dec 2014
This is the part where you think
of what’s right.
This is the part where you
put in mind
what’s best
for the both of you.
‘hey’ she whispered
under your tight hug.

You looked at her and
you kissed her for the last time.

This is the part that
you must hug her even tighter,
hold her even longer and
kiss her until tears
started to fall down and;
you crumple and tell her
that you can’t live without her.

But instead,
you let go of the tight hug,
you looked at her with
a blank gaze and
smiled plainly.
You tried your best
to stop the tears and
heavily said the words,
‘this won’t work at all,
I’m breaking up
with you.’
352 · Sep 2014
Cup
Mylacette Sep 2014
Cup
he sat there motionless
as if lightning has struck him dead
sipping his now cold coffee
he slouched and hoped the rain
would just **** end.
324 · Sep 2014
Never Die
Mylacette Sep 2014
When you had to leave
I just forgot how to breathe;
lost track of time, hell,
I mislay my senses
306 · May 2015
sheets
Mylacette May 2015
the rustling of the sheets
your legs on my feet
let me caress you my dear--

until we fall deep in sleep.
293 · Jan 2017
you are enough
Mylacette Jan 2017
Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
where people will hear how—
much i love the
crinkles of your eyes when you smile
how much i love
the way your cheeks turn pink
into the night
how much i love
your eyes glimmer when i tell you i love you

Come away with me on a bus
where they can't tempt us, with their lies
where we will be safe
from the insanity
of the society
and my warmth will shield you
from the coldness of
their judgments
telling you you are not enough
and everything you’ve done is just a speck
of almost—
weighs nothing
and still undermined.

But remember this
because I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day (on any day if I’m being honest)
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come
and hide and explain everything to me
because you are more than enough
and everything you’ve done have no words
because it’s all perfect

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
where nothing matters—
no one is allowed to judge

Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
An old piece back in 2015. Inspired by Norah Jones' come away with me
273 · Jan 2017
enlightened
Mylacette Jan 2017
30 fingers, 30 toes
3 fine young lads
a day's great worth

they climbed a mountain,
jumped off a cliff,
the sun was harsh
yet they all succeed

they surpassed not only the trails,
made a difference not only in name,
but they prove to themselves
that they're awesome and great

they learned a big secret today
exchanged between hushes of the wind
puffs of cloud cloaked the three
hope it would teach them to be tough
and what it meant to be truly free

thank you for the wonderful day
balagbag sure had a spree
with three enthusiastic lads
and a eunioa who speaks of lessons
and how to dream

i hope i left something to be remembered in your hearts
'cause you three, without a doubt, had taught things i will always keep in me
266 · Oct 2014
Worth
Mylacette Oct 2014
I am happy with life now
even if you're far;
I learn how to take things,
look at life with glee.

I am happy with being free.
With you gone, I can truly say
that I've made it best.
The best thing yet, I guess.

However, I can't jut help it--
what is being happy when
I can't deny that I am happiest
by your side?
181 · Jan 2017
exhausted
Mylacette Jan 2017
if silence was golden
why is it then that— 
when you’re quiet
i think i might shatter 
into pieces 
turn into
broken glasses, dusts—
i might turn to fumes
out of anxiety
depression
and regret 
trying to recapture the moment

in retrospect
that maybe i have said something wrong
did something unacceptable
that i may not see how golden silence could be
if the thoughts running
in your head
is how you’re going to end things with me

we’re growing the distance
and we thought
it’s our freedom of explanation
we do not realise that we are
getting deeper in this mess
that you’ve been growing more silent
that i rather spit blood and accept all the jab
than this silence mess me up

this separation
this time and space between us
brought us to some revelation
that you chose not to discuss

i rather be black and blue 
than accept that you withdrew
so how can silence be golden
if anything hurts less than being quiet?
This is an old piece back in 2014

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