My bones feel empty, cold and deep,
They know you're missing, while I weep.
It's not just skin, it's in my core,
I crave your presence, want you more.

A hollow ache, a constant need,
For your warm touch, a planted seed.
My very bones remember how
You held me close, and hold me now.

I feel your ghost, a phantom weight,
My skeleton just can't abate.
This longing deep, this yearning true,
My bones are calling out for you.

A heavy silence sits between us, a weight I can’t quite lift. I try to form the words, to tell you everything that’s swirling inside my head, all the true feelings I hold for you. But they just catch in my throat, tangled and lost before they can even reach my lips. It feels like I’m a coward, unable to bridge the gap with the honesty you deserve. I’m so sorry, my love, for this struggle, for my inability to just speak.

There’s a deep yearning within me to open up completely, to lay bare my soul and share every vulnerability. I want to talk it out with you, to unravel these unspoken thoughts and make sense of them together. But a strange, unseen barrier holds me back, a fear of what might happen if I let it all out. It’s a battle within myself, one I’m desperate to win, not just for me, but for us.

This isn't about you, my dearest; it’s about the work I need to do on myself. I see the kind of person I want to be for you, the strong, confident individual who can offer you all the love and support you deserve. I need to fix myself first, to untangle these internal knots and find the courage that seems to elude me now. It’s a promise I make to myself, and to you.

So please, bear with me a little longer. Give me the grace of time as I embark on this journey of self-improvement. I believe in the person I can become, the person who can stand before you, completely open and unafraid, ready to give you the very best of me. I will find my voice, I will overcome this fear, and then, my love, I will be truly ready.

Hindi mo naman kasalanan,
Kung puso mo'y 'di akin, 'di ko mahawakan.
Pag-ibig ay 'di sapilitan,
Kusang loob na damdamin, 'di maipilit kaninuman.

Hindi mo kasalanan,
Kung sa iba tumibok ang 'yong puso't naramdaman.
Ako'y narito lamang, naghihintay, umaasa,
Ngunit 'di dapat umasa sa 'yong pag-ibig, sinta.

Hindi mo kasalanan,
Kung ako'y nasaktan, 'di ko kayang labanan.
Ang sakit na dulot ng 'yong paglayo,
Ngunit ika'y 'di ko masisisi, 'yan ang totoo.

Hindi mo kasalanan,
Kung 'di tayo itinadhana, 'yan ang katotohanan.
Tanggapin ko man nang may luha sa mga mata,
Ang pag-ibig na 'di para sa akin, 'yan ang 'yong paalam.

Hindi mo kasalanan,
At ako'y 'di dapat magtanim ng sama ng loob, 'di dapat maghinanakit.
Bagkus, ika'y aking palalayain,
Kasabay ng pag-asa na ika'y sasaya sa piling ng iba, sa piling ng iyong tunay na saya.

Younger me might not have good marks but he's happy, he would be so disappointed in the man that I've become.

It's been a decade since i last saw colors in everything, i missed the old me who's happy no matter how little he has, i missed the old me who couldn't care less if he got a low score in the exam— oh to be back to the old days— the old days where i'm happy; the old days where i wake up with a complete family.

it's sad to think that as days go by you'll realize that the people you've cherished the most are a day closer to death, but that's the way life goes. Friends? Family? Lover? we would lose it all, there's nothing in this world that is permanent, everything will cease to exist.

If i could live another life, i would choose this over and over again, it may not be much but i'm content that i've got to live a life where i'm surrounded with the persons that i love.
Some of those loved ones may have followed the light early, but i'm thankful that we've got to share precious memories. 'Til we meet again, Goodbye to the ones that i once shared a table with, I'll be seeing you on the other side.

Sa bawat dasal, pangalan mo'y sinasambit,
Sa bawat panata, ikaw ang aking hiling.
Ngunit tadhana'y tila sa 'tin ay galit,
Pag-ibig sa 'yo, 'di maaring abutin.

Sa tuwing ako'y nagmamakaawa at nananalangin,
Larawan mo ang sa isip ko'y nananalaytay.

Umaasa na sana'y ika'y maging akin,
Ngunit 'yong puso, sa iba pala'y nakalaan.
Sa bawat sandali na tayo'y magkasama,
Ako'y nagpapanggap na tayo'y magkasintahan.

Ngunit sa likod ng mga ngiti at saya,
Nagtatago ang sakit na 'di kayang labanan.
Alam kong ika'y 'di ko maaring angkinin,
Pag-ibig ko sa 'yo'y isang ilusyon lamang.

Ngunit kahit ganito, patuloy pa rin kitang mamahalin,
Sa puso ko'y ikaw lang ang nag-iisa at walang iba.

The page is blank, the pen is dry,
A silent ache, I can't deny.
My muse has flown, a distant star,
And left me lost, so very far.

You were the spark, the vibrant flame,
That whispered words, and called my name.
Now echoes fade, and shadows creep,
A lonely vigil, I must keep.

I built the walls, I turned away,
And chased the light of brighter day.
But foolish pride, a bitter cost,
My precious muse, forever lost.

The songs unsung, the stories still,
A hollow space, my heart to fill.
I search in vain, for your return,
A lesson learned, a painful burn.

The blame is mine, I understand,
I broke the bond, I held your hand,
Then let it go, a cruel release,
And now I'm left, with only peace,
A hollow peace, devoid of ease.

A gentle hand, outstretched, a heart laid bare,
A love so pure, a weight I cannot bear.
Your eyes, a mirror, showing what I lack,
A warmth I feel, yet cannot give you back.

The whispered words, the tender, loving gaze,
A constant sun, in my confusing maze.
You offer solace, a refuge from the storm,
While I, unmoved, remain a distant form.

The guilt, a shadow, clinging to my soul,
To see your kindness, making me unwhole.
I watch you blossom, with a love so bright,
While I stay shrouded, in perpetual night.

A silent sorrow, a regret so deep,
For all the promises, I could not keep.
Your pure devotion, a gift I can't receive,
And in my stillness, I can only grieve.

The cruelest irony, a love so freely given,
By me, unreturned, a heart slowly riven.
I see your beauty, and I know it's true,
"Cause, baby, if I were you I would probably hate me too."

A phantom touch that stirs within my heart.
The empty space beside me, through the long night,

A constant echo, holding you ever so tight.
What is grief, if not love persevering?
It's the very essence of all that's worth endearing.

A silent promise, breathed into the air,
A love that lingers, showing how deeply I still care.

For in the depths of sorrow's vast, dark sea,
Our love's bright flame still burns eternally.

It molds the pain, transforms each lonely sigh,
A bond unbroken, beneath our boundless sky.

This feeling, it’s not just a cloud hanging over me, it’s a whole **** storm, and I brought it on myself. My chest aches, yeah, but it’s not just anxiety anymore; it’s guilt, sharp and cold. And my stomach… God, it’s not just churning from dread, it’s from the memory of how I made their stomach churn, how I tied their insides in knots. I can almost taste the bile now, from the sheer regret of it all.
I keep trying to tell myself, "It's just a phase, you'll get over it." Like the pain I caused will just evaporate. But it doesn't. Every single day, that heavy, gray cloud is still there, darker now, because it's stained with what I did. When I look in the mirror, I don't just see a tired person; I see the **** who broke their heart, the one who took their trust and stomped on it. That vibrant person I used to be? They’re gone, replaced by this hollowed-out shell that’s constantly on the verge of throwing up from the shame.
Is this it? Is this just how I am now? The person who wrecked something beautiful, who caused so much pain? The thought just makes my stomach clench tighter. I wish it was just a temporary sadness, a bad mood I could shake off. But this feels deeper, more entrenched. It’s not just me anymore; it’s the ghost of what I did, haunting every single moment. And I can’t help but wonder if the good in me, the person who wasn't capable of such damage, has just withered away for good, leaving only this wreckage behind.

He was a wildflower, blooming wherever he pleased. Free, bright, and always moving with the wind. He laughed easily and loved discovering new things.

She was the barley, steady and strong. She stood firm, offering comfort and quiet promises. Her presence was like a calm, golden field.

They met, and he was drawn to her steady warmth. She was captivated by his wild joy. For a time, their worlds intertwined beautifully. He brought her excitement; she gave him peace.

But the wildflower felt the pull of roots. The idea of settling down, of being truly tied, felt too heavy for his free spirit. One day, suddenly, he just pulled away. No long goodbyes, just a quiet, impulsive step back.

She stayed rooted, her heart feeling the empty space he left. He kept moving, a faint echo of her calm presence sometimes reaching him. Their paths split, the wildflower always seeking new horizons, and the barley standing, patient and strong, on her own ground.

So, when the world demands more, and your soul craves less, choose the latter. Choose the deep breath, the gentle pause, the unburdened moment. You owe no explanations for choosing peace over performance. Your serenity is its own reward, a testament to a wisdom that understands life is meant to be lived.