i had hopes and dreams for us,
wishing you would answer my prayers,
to do better and love me the way no one has.
i was a fool to be a believer.

kneeling and begging, maybe then you'll feel empathy,
maybe it'll grow into a love (that is never meant to be).
but still, love is love; maybe it will be enough.
i'll carry a cross just to prove i'm tough.

love is a religion i want to forget.
i have realized it will never save our story from death.
losing my belief over someone's son,
my dear, in your church, i'm just so done.

tulad ng himig ng mga awit ng pag-ibig,
ang tamis ng lambing na hatid ng mga ito.
kung may tinig ang pagmamahal,
maaaring ito ay boses mo.

i began fearing love because i found it loud and explosive—not until  i saw the spark of your eyes as you laughed, and all i could hear was my own heart loudly beating.

two young wild hearts in this ****** city,
you and i have made our own calamity.
a tornado born out of seamless feelings,
both looking for love but with different meanings.

i am hopelessly romantic, a lover with blind eyes,
so i rely on what i hear: good truths and sweet lies.
whatever i can hold, i grip it with my hand so tight;
i act as if your moves and this story are not trite.

so done and fed up, but i stay regardless.
i don't care even if it’s a temporary happiness.
all those smiles and laughs that i had with you
are better than nothing; i'll take a dubious few.

show me the kind of love that makes me question reality.
knowing that this could all be a trick, i still did it willingly.
your warmth and company, flickering, driving me mad,
but baby, just touch me and see that i am still down bad.

he is a boy with time and wanting to have fun;
i am a lady waiting for someone to shoot her with a gun.
he did the hunting, but i gave him the tools and map.
i may have allowed him to set me up in his trap.

bring me to places that i’ve never been;
bring me to life and then **** me within.
silently, i hope for something better to receive,
to be deemed worthy of the real love you can give.

smitten, drunk, slowly losing my sense of value;
i'm quite scared to find myself kneeling before you.
i want to have you for me, but i refuse to speak,
so i let this yearning and hope in my words leak.

kiss, leave, hold, and ignore me; lead me on, and i'm all for it.
the pain and love are something my heart doesn’t ever want to admit.
if ever you're wondering if what you want would make me glad,
my love, let it be known to you that for you, i am still down bad.

it has never been easy
to find the light in the dark sea
to wander blind and alone
to seek what is yet unknown

it has never been easy
to stretch your wings and be free
heart is an animal in a cage
liberty has now become a sorrowful rage

chained by my mind
haunted by my past
my poem and life are not the kind
that gives a colorful blast

despite that, here I am writing
to tell a part of the horrors of living
and to say that it may never be easy
but chaos has a hidden beauty

melancholic hope and doubtful trust
shaking faith, yet values are a must
if life is softly deemed an art
irony is one of its shameful part

it may never have been easy
light and freedom may be hard to see
but if we take life graciously
maybe it won't be as cruel as it would be

i am two in one body;
one lives with fear that she will always be a failure
and one suffers with it

i've always been ashamed of my sharp and poisonous thorns, and yet you hold me as if i'm a delicate flower that should be taken care of. i’m scared i might make you feel sick, and you’ll die from the love that i don’t even know how to give.

she's not just like any other queen. her kingdom is built in a place you've never heard of, but as soon as you see her, you know it is thriving under the silence of her loud strides, and the grace of her gestures, courtesy at its finest, mirrors the realm of her own world. only the deserving can step on her land; one should work hard for it.

i pay my debt by seeing you everywhere and realizing we will never meet again.

it is the pleasure in killing myself.

when you have reached the depth of your internal suffering
that intense heaviness in your heart
and the most comforting part of your sorrow

to realize that you are done

can u call it home when u rarely feel included?

you're the only mercy that the universe has given to me.

my home, please let me in.

i asked the moon to take care of him.
he rarely goes out every night.

and here we are again
waiting for that agony
that despite of me doing everything i can
i still always end up helpless

every
single
time

memories are treasures
that you're supposed to bring
not a pin that u have to endure,
that keeps u from moving

go on, move forward
and stop being a coward
close the door and just leave
remember, nostalgia deceives