Sorry for Needing You (Poem #31)

“It hurts to be needed.”
It was all you could mumble
after I said:

“I need you, to make myself wanted
so I can have someone to turn to
when he tells me it’s time for me to go

I need you, so I can feel pretty
so I can feel like I am enough
after he talks nonstop
about the girl who came before me Continue reading Sorry for Needing You (Poem #31)

Your Past Lover and I (Poem #30)

You had her a little too early
and I, a little too late

She was the kind that fills up your mind at 3 AM
with words she wished she could’ve said thru her hands
and when with her you thought you were done
you tossed her away
not knowing that with your actions
it’s still you who has to pay Continue reading Your Past Lover and I (Poem #30)

He’s Yours, What Are You so Afraid of? (Poem #29)

I am afraid that limits will be crossed
I am afraid that when I ask who will be his choice
coins will still have to be tossed

I am afraid that she’ll no longer be simply a threat
I am afraid that she’ll take over
that I’d be put on a shelf
because I wasn’t competent enough
and he had to choose who to love Continue reading He’s Yours, What Are You so Afraid of? (Poem #29)

Hangover (Poem #28)

I could never dare look at you in the eye
but when once i did
I swear the way I stared
could’ve had you killed

I may have said when I looked at you
that I was drunk the entire relationship
but did you ever wonder what I meant when I said that? Continue reading Hangover (Poem #28)

What Was Your First Love Like? (Poem #27)

My first love was like a bottle of wine
It has always been good for the heart
but it messed up my mind
after a while

My first love was like a roller coaster ride
all the time I knew I had to get off
but then I keep my grip tight
with a huge smile even though I know
I shouldn’t have gotten in it in the first place Continue reading What Was Your First Love Like? (Poem #27)

You’re Not Ready for Me (Poem #26)

On the day we started
I asked about the girl you loved first
you spit her name like it was the nastiest thing you ever tasted
and I told myself that maybe,
you now hate her too much to still be in love

But on the days that came
after seeing you again and again
I noticed how you no longer mention about the pain Continue reading You’re Not Ready for Me (Poem #26)

The Past Should Stay Where It Is (Poem #25)

I wonder how we could talk about love
like it was the worst thing that ever happened
or what made up of everything that once were before it ended, was never worth it

I wonder how we carry around love
like it’s the worst thing we ever had
we kill it, and spit on its grave
look for another, and then do the same Continue reading The Past Should Stay Where It Is (Poem #25)

Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Poem #24)

In the beginning,
it has always been our mantra everytime there exists doubts
we would say,
whatever will be, will be

So today, years after we started
you knocked on my door
and although we could say that we already ended,
I knew I should’ve said
“Welcome home” with arms wide open
because maybe if i hugged you when you showed up
instead of simply asking what your visit was all about
then maybe you would’ve talked about how much you missed me
instead of:

“Remember how we said,
whatever will be, will be?”
You asked, and I nodded.
“Everything that happens,
have already been written n the stars.
Two people, no matter how far,
once destined,
will eventually find themselves in each other’s arms. Continue reading Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Poem #24)

I Think I Killed Us (Poem #23)

“I Think I Killed Us”
Those phrases were like bees buzzing in my ear
no matter how I try to escape
it’s all I seem to hear

“Cheat before he does, or play games before you get played.”
It’s hard ignoring those words
it’s hard being blamed for my pain
it’s hard seeing potential men
and then use the ones that can help me
to protect myself so that when you finally cheat
it wouldn’t hurt as much Continue reading I Think I Killed Us (Poem #23)

Theory on Why People Play Safe in Love (Poem #22)

He was ashes when you met him
all burnt out from the fire brought by his past
he was scattered and ripped all over
just a little intact to reach out to you

You were untouched when he met you
with heat from within
the fire inside you burnt just enough
to drag him up and once again,
make him whole

You gave your all
set yourself on fire to bring him back his life
you broke your wall, risked your soul
without the knowledge
that while you were pushing him towards the middle
you brought yourself towards the edge Continue reading Theory on Why People Play Safe in Love (Poem #22)