"You were a smart girl until you laid your eyes on him.
Suddenly you were unsure of how hues, shades and tint
were placed in the color wheel,
when all you can see are the myriad of bright galaxies
shining and hovering in his eyes.
You've seem to erase images of beautiful sunsets
after engraving a picture of how his lips curled
that day he said, "good night."
You were a smart girl until you started missing him.
You no longer know the formulas to finding
the perimeters, areas or volumes of geometric figures.
When all you can compute for is the distance
setting you apart from him.
You don't know how to add, subtract, multiply or divide,
when all you can do is count down the days
until you see him once again.
You were a smart girl until you heard him talk.
You've gone deaf so quick and you can't differentiate
sharps from flats and sopranos from altos.
When all you can hear is the soft cadence in his voice
despite the low register whenever he says your name.
You can't even remember how a guitar sounds like
when the way of how he strings words
linger in your ears, making your knees go weak.
You were a smart girl until you held his hand.
Somehow, you've forgotten the directions to go home
when all you can remember are the lines on his palms.
You've forgotten your lessons in geography
and you left your map blank
when your attention stayed on his veins,
how it was intricately woven across his arms.
You are a smart girl before you met him.
You studied him too well even though
you knew better that you'd probably fail.
You gave too much time and effort
trying to know and discover secrets of him.
You are a smart girl but you clearly are not smart enough
to pick a subject as your major."
"You are a smart girl," they say to me, "until you failed in falling in love."