The taste of my wrath
will make you forget
how sweet I once was
I swear, the taste of my rage
will make all your love fade
The girl you liked
and the girl you loved
got fed up
with the lies and betrayal
the curses and the fake apologies Continue reading Fed Up (Poem #47)
Romantic novels made me believe
that love is a bunch of poetic comparison
between a masterpiece and a person
A gentleman found on pages
would recite how his woman resembles the sun
and sometimes the night sky Continue reading Among All Comparisons (Poem #46)
Just when I thought
that my heart couldn’t beat faster
he taught it how to skip a beat
Just like how he taught me
to reach my boiling point
to be raging mad
to be on the verge of throwing
whatever that’s on my hand,
he taught me that with just a brush of his lips
I can end up saying
“why was I mad again?”
One day I grabbed a pen
and decided to write for myself
I stated in capslock:
NEVER RUIN YOURSELF FOR A MAN
Months passed after I was sure that I have fallen
I grabbed a marker
and wrote in bold letters:
save yourself Continue reading I Want to be Saved (Poem #44)
(From the eyes of someone who has been watching him shine)
He is a raging storm
with a name that has made hearts skip its usual beat
his name, on some girl’s lips
sometimes sounded like the yearning to be his
or the sound of “that should have been me”
to some, it sounded like poison
but as for me,
it has always sounded like home
I want to know the silly things you did when you were eight
or the stories you’ll never forget when you were sent to bed
tell me about your parents
tell me fragments of yourself
I truly wanna know
I want to know what makes your eyes light up
your brows meet
your fist clench
or your knees week Continue reading Tell Me All of You (Poem #42)
I change my skin
every now and then
if we built sparks some time ago
I hope you know that it won’t last long
and you could’ve seen
that my smile is be genuine
and I could have loved you despite the flaws
and everything in between
however,
the moment you stepped on me
just for yourself
was the exact moment
that I decided to set you free.
She slept tonight
holding her pillow tight
on the other side of town
He fell asleep with his arms wrapped
around the girl he thought he’d end up with
It was more of a coincidence
when they woke up one morning
bumped into each other
complete strangers who later on
ended up sleeping years later
with arms wrapped around each other.
We began like beginnings are all that matters
I know love stories are written by ourselves
I just wish we started mild
so we wouldn’t burn out fast
I mean, it could’ve been so much better
if we’ve written the ending first
On the first stages of love
we fill our lovers with everything
to have her breathtakingly impressed
it’s a pretty good start
but notice how it’s hollow after that
That’s the mistake between the both of us
we pour our hearts out to our first
on paragraphs, we make sure
the first sentence is too good
without bothering the impact
we place on the last Continue reading How About the End? (Poem #39)
Forever Winter 