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i am just so tired
of being the understanding one
of always adjusting for them
of acting like a mature adult

i am just so tired
of pretending everything's fine
of holding all my emotions inside
of acting like i am strong


but i cannot afford to be tired*
and it is just so tiring
reasons: responsibilities. expectations. pressure.
it's a tiring load to bear
The small gestures of patting my head and shuffling my hair

The small touch when we do high fives as a sign of greeting

The small bonding times when we watch your favorite noon time show and laugh together

The small and random compliments that you say like how I am pretty because I look like you

The small and really corny jokes that you tell but I still laugh at them

The small pranks of copying what I do and say like how kids do

The small act of noticing really subtle changes in me on how I got fatter or have a fairer complexion

The small reminders if I brought my umbrella and to take care as I went to school

The small talks when you ask "how are you?" everytime I got home from school

The small acts of waking me up in the morning and cooking my food

The small things like still calling me "cutiepie" and "Patskie" even I'm already turning 20

The small acts
that shows your great love
The small things
but are the sweetest ones
You are the man with few words
But you never fail to show
your abundant love
In small gestures,
in small acts,
in small things
And for me it contributes the biggest on how proud I am
of the greatest dad I have
Happy Father's Day!
reposted. (changed the title haha)
June 18, 2017
the sun is crying
lonely star in the morning
still brightly shining
June 6, 2017

not every star shines during the dark nights
~~~
i hate embraces
for it unveils the traces
of my loneliness
not a hugging person. but when people embrace me, it makes me realize that i badly needed one.
June 1, 2017
  Jan 2017 Patricia Policarpio
bones
Most of the time I'm not usually bothered by the fact that my love for you will forever be unrequited. But on some nights,the thought of not being able to know what it feels like to hold your hand,to not know what your lips taste of,to never know how fast your heart beats when our eyes meet,to never know what it feels like to have my hand on your chest as we watch some corny movie, these thoughts keep me up at night. And it breaks my heart to bits.
  Jan 2017 Patricia Policarpio
bones
They say you don't know what you have until it's gone.
But what about the people that do know?
The people that just have to sit there waiting and watching helplessly as the only thing that's keeping them from going insane is walking away from them.
Isn't it much worse for them?
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