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yesterday, i saw you riding the same bus as i was. i remembered your name in a split second but i never dared to call you. i wonder if you remember me too. our shared memories are already blurry in my head, but my heart softened as it knew who you were. i smiled alone, thinking all i can do now is to wish you well. i hope my prayer reaches you in some way or another, my old friend.
but this is also for all the friends i've lost along the way because i never knew how to keep people in my life. may the stars align with your dreams. remember me softly, will you?
it's been so long. you still write the kind that made me fell in love with you years ago. despite everything, you're still one of the best poets i've ever known.
there may be no saving for us but i hope you never regret a thing, 'cause i never did. you gave me the best summer possible, and the company for months after that.
on the stage, basking in the sun,
a lover who was never chosen as the one.
holding the prizes i humbly flaunt,
but never got half of what i want.

shaking, repeating to myself, "i did well,"
hoping no one will be able to tell
how my eyes wander along a route,
looking for someone who already walked out.

you left me behind after making me feel won,
funny how you decided you were just done.
asked myself countless times where i went wrong—
i guess, in your company, i never belonged.

this smile hides all those sleepless nights,
a performance of standing, pretending i’m alright.
but babe, i actually did it, even without you,
now i know i should be fine to start anew.

thinking this gold i’m holding might call your eyes to me,
realizing it was also a competition of agony.
you were a prize, but i guess i want to deserve more—
there is no loss when i am a good score.

with a blood-stained face, i hold my head up high,
on this stage where people’s cheers dignify.
friends ask me how i do it while i'm tearing apart,
with bitter laugh, i say, "i can do it with a broken heart."
in this march, where flowers begin to bloom again, let your heart open and flaunt its beauty as it heals from the cold nights of the past. coming back to ourselves may be painful, each step heavy with longing, but we keep moving forward—until one day, we have truly moved on.
sulat dito, sulat doon,
inaalala ang pait ng kahapon.
mga gusot na papel sa ibabaw ng mesa,
iniiyak ang bigat ng dibdib sa mga letra.

nagpupuno ang mga salitang nagkakagulo,
kahit isang mensahe lamang ang nais iparating nito.
dudukutin sa isip lahat ng natitirang alaala,
hanggang ang lahat ng pag-ibig ko’y mawala na.

hindi pansin ang nangangalay na kamay,
pinapagod ang damdaming taglay.
sulat nang sulat gamit ang tintang paubos,
hanggang sa ang hinagpis ng puso'y matapos.

sa aking pagsulat ng huling salita,
at sa huling pagpatak ng aking tinta,
iiwan sa papel lahat ng poot at sakit,
kakalas sa plumang mahigpit ang pagkapit.
my last act of love, i think...
tulad ng himig ng mga awit ng pag-ibig,
ang tamis at lambing ng mga ito.
kung may tinig ang pagmamahal,
maaaring ito ay boses mo.

bigla akong pinasaya,
ngunit bigla ring nagbago.
sapagkat parehong boses din
ang nagtapos sa ugnayang mayroon tayo.

ang tunog na noo’y nagbibigay-kalma,
ngayo’y iniipit ang pusong nagdurusa.
tinatakpan nang mahigpit ang mga tenga
kapag naririnig ang iyong musika.

ngunit kung ako ang papipiliin,
ayaw kong bumalik sa tahimik kong mundo.
at sa gitna ng ingay ng paligid,
sadyang boses mo pa rin ang hahanapin ko.

hirap sa pagtanggap
tungkol sa awit na nagtapos.
marinig lamang ang iyong pangalan,
ang hininga'y kinakapos.

nagsusumamo, nagmamakaawa,
magbigkas ka ng ilang salita.
hiling ng tenga at puso ko,
maari bang marinig ulit ang boses mo?
parinig ulit pt. 2
nilalamig, nanginginig, nanghihina, at humahangos,
sa siksikan na lugar, pinipilit kong umusad at makaraos.
ang sakit ng puso’y nagpaparamdam sa paos niyang sigaw ng “tigil!”
sa mga matang hindi alam ang ginagawa pero ayaw magpapigil.

naghahanap ng sagot, nangungulila sa gustong pagmulan nito,
ang mga paa’y hinahatak palayo sa direksyon mo.
paurong-sulong ang isip na tanging laman ay ikaw,
nagmamakaawang nakaluhod, pilit nang nag-aayaw.

nananakit na ang leeg kakahanap sa kanyang noo’y sandalan,
naiiyak na inaalala ang nagtapos kamakailan lang.
ngayo’y naglalakad mag-isa sa gitna ng maiingay na tao,
dahil sa manhid, wala nang pakialam kahit natutulak at nabubunggo.

bagsak ang mga balikat, ang mga tuhod ay sumusuko,
paubos man ay lumalaban ang mahinang bulong ng puso.
umaasa na sa konting sakit at hintay pa, baka ako pa rin—
na sa aking paghahanap ay makita ka at ang iyong mga matang naghahanap din sa akin.
i remember us looking at the stars together.
i told you how i strangely love those blinking lights,
because of how they make me feel seen,
mostly when i'm trapped on lonely nights.

you looked at me and asked me why.
i said i don’t know too,
but then my eyes met yours,
and that’s when i knew.
a cute poem <3
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