It still hurts
If you will ask
Like being shot with countless fine cold needles
It pierce through my heart
Whenever your memories bypass
It's not the same anymore
Like eating spaghetti without tomato sauce
Like driving a bike with deflated wheels
Like eating sinigang without meat chunks
No, it's not the same
I don't write poems that frequent anymore
Nor short stories you used to love
I'm afraid to begin or start things now
For I worry that I might lose them too
Just like how the universe has taken you
I think I too died that day
For I only feel alive when I recall our moments together
And now after that dreadful morning, I realized
You died but lived a life
While I'm alive but not living.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
It still hurts
If you will ask
Like being shot with countless fine cold needles
It pierce through my heart
Whenever your memories bypass
It's not the same anymore
Like eating spaghetti without tomato sauce
Like driving a bike with deflated wheels
Like eating sinigang without meat chunks
No, it's not the same
I don't write poems that frequent anymore
Nor short stories you used to love
I'm afraid to begin or start things now
For I worry that I might lose them too
Just like how the universe has taken you
I think I too died that day
For I only feel alive when I recall our moments together
And now after that dreadful morning, I realized
You died but lived a life
While I'm alive but not living.
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