ang kwento nating dalawa
ay parang sigarilyo:
sa bawat ihip ng hangin na dumadaan,
konti-konting nawawala.
at sa bawat hithit mo,
nakikita kong nagiging abo and sigarilyo
at pagkatapos **** ubusin ito,
kukuha ka ulit ng bago.
kung sakaling magbago man ang isip mo,
hindi ka kukuha ng isa pa,
pero wala.
wala kang pakialam kung ika’y
magka-kanser dahil ang mga yosi mo
ay nagpapakalma sa iyo.
sana nalang naging yosi ako
para magkaroon ako ng halaga sa iyo
at kasama mo ako
sa tuwing may pinag-dadaanan ka
ngunit sa katotohanan,
ako ay tanga
na pinapanood kang malunod
sa iyong mga sigarilyo,
at sina-sarili ko
ang lahat ng gusto kong sabihin sa iyo.

ang kwento nating dalawa
ay parang sigarilyo:
alam kong hindi mabuti sa kalusugan ko
ngunit gusto ko pa rin.
at sa bawat hithit ko
dahan-dahan akong nawawala sa sarili ko
at sa mga mata ****
bumubulong sa akin na
“hinding-hindi magiging tayo.”

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sabi nila na ang soulmate mo ay hindi darating sa buhay mo ng mapayapa.
darating siyang may dalang rebolusyon sa kanyang bulsa
at guguluhin niya ang buhay mo sa unang sandaling magkaka tinginan kayo.

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he was fascinated by heroes so much
that he became one.
he protected the city at night
and never failed to save me.
he wore his mask everyday
just to keep his real identity
hidden from the treacherous world.
but one day he took his mask off
and was blinded by opportunity.

he was fascinated by villains so much
that he became one.


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the thing about life
is that some people arent meant for each other
and i have to live with that
everyday
while you walk the halls
with her wrapped in your arms


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there once was a boy who said i was different.
he made me feel different.
he made me feel wanted.
but he played with my heart and smashed it to pieces and
stepped on it over and over and over again.
he liked me when no one didnt.
he lied to me just like how everybody else does.
he told me other stories he already told to other girls.
he made me laugh when no one dared to.
he messed with my head and left a huge stain
just like how everybody else does.
he was the captain of my dreams and he sank the ship on purpose.
no one can replace him for now because what he did was crucial.
it hurt a lot and he didnt care
if i cried over him because he is used to girls
crying over how "unreachable" he is.
he was a magnitude 10.2 earthquake
and his aftershock is two times stronger because
seeing him nowadays destroy me and
he looks so happy.
he once asked me what i write
and i just said that i write words.
here is your answer,
i write about people like you
who can shatter and recreate my world in seconds.
if you're reading this,
i'm having a hard time coexisting with you.
because to me, what we had was my happiness,
but to you,
whatever we had was just an intermission number;
a page-filler;
a time-killer;
just another fling.
if you cant feel the same,
please do not forget about me
because i will never forget you.
thank you for making me feel different and wanted.
i bet you're an expert at it with other girls.
i hope you break more hearts throughout your life
so that i wont be the only one feeling this way.
i hope my thoughts of you will quiet down someday.
they're making me deaf.
my heart still beats for you.
i dont know when it'll stop

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what if i let you down
like how i let myself down?
what if i stay quiet
for the rest of my life
and only talk when
my words are truly needed?
what if i leave?
what if i throw these
irrelevant emotions away?
all this time,
i thought i was strong.
all this time,
i thought i wasn’t fragile.
all this time, i believed
that there’s more to
life than being sad but
what if you’re life
was meant to be sad?
i am a sad song
the sad song who no one
appreciates because it’s
too sad for people.
i am a storm.
a category ten storm
because i scare people
away and leave destruction
because i am destruction.
i am a war hero.
the noblest war hero that there
ever was.
the hero who is always
forgotten and only
remembered when i
should be remembered.
there is no chance
for me to get out of
this labyrinth called life.
there is no chance
for me to achieve pure
happiness.
to achieve nirvana.
because how can i
achieve pure happiness
if my life was
meant to be sad?
i am on the verge
of letting go but
like the waves that
are crashing on the shore,
i keep coming back
for more


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i was advised by my therapist
to take a new pill to make me
happy and energetic
but it's too expensive,
and apparently, too addictive.
i'm out of words to write
when i'm holding my pen,
but it's a different thing
when i sit down in a bus
and look at the busy people
do everything while i
daydream of you.
you saw me when i was invisible.
you saw me when i was in love with him.
you saw me when i was awkward
and you liked me anyway
while i saw you
in a different light.
i dont know if i should be
angry at you
or if i should be depressed.
even until now that we're just
people to each other,
i am still uncertain.
and i still see you in a
different light.
i'm losing my words and
i dont know why.
i have too many hopes and wishes
to let go
but i cant because
i can never label you
as a friend anymore.
but dont worry.
i'm still up for a chat
or a meal or anything.
which reminds me that time
you said you walked out on her
and it was a dramatic exit
out of her life.
and you didnt only get your belt back
because you also
got your heart back.
and here is your dramatic exit;
your quiet au revouir.
i need my heart back.
please



(jml)