She is
More majestic than an Eagle in flight
With a mind that's quicker than a Black Mamba's bite
Her style and grace, leave exotic Birds, in awe
She's the wildest girl this earth ever saw.


A smile more charming than a Flamingo, full strut
And skin, more precious, than Alpacan furs
Most people think Baboons have a ****
To them I say well you haven't seen hers.


More interesting than an Ostrich, with its head in the sand
and rarer than a frog, with a Goat for a hand
So beautiful it's scary, like a Jungle Cat's screams
With a gaze that's so piercing it haunts sharks in their dreams.

Thus,
Creatures, rejoice, dance, clap sing and drum
For here,
is the
Queen, for your Kingdom

I.
This love was made for late-night drives and city lights, left hundreds of miles away. It was made for footsteps, softened by museum floors. It was made for crowded airports — your hand, still finding mine. It was made for sunset-lit kisses, as Intramuros crumbles in the background; the walls and I are both made of brittle bones and curiosities, falling away at your kiss and yet, I felt my purest — my softest whilst the free-fall.

Maybe I did love you more.

II.
Love, it was soft. It was good. It was home. And it was a lie.

And I loved you, I loved you, I loved you — finally with a kind that didn't hurt. And yet, I never knew how to miss you without wanting to rip my heart out.

Maybe I did love you more.

III.
"I wish I didn't hurt you."

"Me too."

And despite you saying it, maybe it was I who loved you more. I know my poems have been saying goodbye way too many times.

Maybe I did love you more.

IV.
But this love, it was made for endings. And I hope you comb through airport seats, looking for my face among strangers. I hope you see my name, fading with dying lights. And I hope you know I'll no longer allow myself to think of us. Tonight, poems won't be mourning you — it'll be mourning my wounds.

Your name is written all over them.

Tonight, your memory will feel the steady flow of my pulse. It'll feel each of my aching breath, in silence that once belonged to us. And tonight, your memory will hold me gently in its arms, for the last time. As if we weren't broken. As if we were still us. And I will slip away, one breath at a time — before the day breaks.

I hope your thoughts no longer haunt me come early, morning light.

And I know I say goodbye way too many times, darling — I say goodbye too many times.

Maybe I did love you more.

We would walk down the halls

Attending to our classroom calls

Students rushing left and right

Brightened by rays of morning light

In the midst was the both of us

You were late while I was just lost

I gave a nod but you gave a smile

This then went on for quite a while

Three years passed, and we still do

I sometimes stand there to wait for you

To wait for the smile that I see daily

Even doing as much as waking up early

A year from now, we won't be able to

Do the things that we used to do

You'll be elsewhere but I'll still be here

No longer waiting for someone I hold dear

The stars were there that night,
I saw them twinkle in your eyes
This was the first I remembered,
when I had to write my goodbyes

It was a cold, dark night sky
I could barely even see you
Though a small exchange of words
Made me know my feelings were true

Oh, is it possible to even tell you,
about how my heart's been throbbing?
Those few moments shared in the dark
Felt written to be never-ending

C**, this is my first goodbye,
One unnecessarily dramatic
Knowing you, you'll wear a smile
Having expected my strange antic

There was a time
a letter back would take a month
patiently waited
yearning was a joy,
And here is the times now
a reply three seconds late
what a horrendous fate.

I watch you sleep,
as the sun wakes up.
You slumber,
as songbirds,
chirp themselves,
awake.
Is it odd,
if I count,
the eyelashes,
that fall on your cheek?
Wishful thinking,
for time to pause,
even just for a moment.
Love,
Me.