guards down now.
Please just let her
To be the blood that’s
pumping in your heart is the
very thing I want.
sinks and creates
ripples that may cause
Can’t we be strangers
again and give each other
please a second chance?
You’d always be my favorite almost.
Not angry. Not upset. Just done.
Even broken things can be loved.
I love you, it’s killing me.
I sometimes get tired acting strong.
An unexpected plot twist you were.
We don’t always get exactly what we want.
We don’t always get to have the person our hearts long for.
We don’t always find what we need.
We don’t always get to where we wish we are..
Perhaps it’s just not how life is supposed to be.
Love comes, love goes.
Love grows in some, dies in others.
Sometimes it gets too much, sometimes too little.
Sometimes it gets uncomfortable.
Perhaps it’s time we learn to let go.
We stop holding on to the past.
We just let things be.
And sometimes we walk away.
Because to walk away is perhaps the best thing.
The best thing we can do for ourselves and for the other person.
It brings us to realization and acceptance.
That sometimes things are just not meant to be.
Things change and people do, too.
Who knows how life will begin anew.
The world’s not cruel. People are.
She goes on singing
the same old song, remembered
the past and what’s gone.
In bed you and I
Sweet kisses and caresses
We start making love.
Still hearing the sounds
of laughter from years ago
in this empty room.
A tale of darkness
Buried deep inside my heart.
It killed me again.
Some days I fall in
love with people. Other times…
I push them away.
We were talking and laughing so hard over dinner one cold December night.
It felt like I’ve known you for so long when it was actually the first time we went out.
My mind connected with yours like it never did with other people.
The kind of connection I needed then to bring me back to life.
It never occurred to me that we’d someday meet and spend time together.
Because though we’re under the same sky, we belong in different worlds.
It’s really amazing how someone who was just a stranger to you before,
Would suddenly be someone who’d mean so much to you.
Even until now I’m not sure what we were then.
What I’m sure of is that you made me feel butterflies again.
My heart became alive anew as I found my ability to share what’s in me once more.
It’s nice reminiscing about it,
Reliving every second, every minute of that winter night.
It can’t be real anymore but it’s still something I hold on to.
Two years ago was when I opened myself completely to you.
Sometimes my mind wishes I shouldn’t have.
My heart says otherwise.
Maybe it’s not harmful to hold on to the feelings I felt then.
Because it’s a reminder of how I am still capable to feel something for someone.
I’m not numb after all but in a way scared to experience it again.
Last night I was packing,
I saw a picture of yours.
A good one.
A happy one.
Today I looked at it again.
I don’t miss you as much anymore.
But your face will always be
one of the few faces
seared in my mind forever.
I choose to remember
the good memories I have of you.
Tomorrow I may still bleed.
I may still cry.
I may still hope
to spend time with you again.
I may still remember the pain.
But I won’t lose myself again.
I’m reclaiming the void
where my heart once was.
How can they do that?
Throwing away what I can
only dream about?
out of nowhere then it’s the
end for you and me.
I’m afraid of them.
I see them.
I kill them.
I turned the lights on.
A big black spider
Scampered in the ceiling.
I walked in slowly
As the spider ambled
To the corner.
There it stayed
Away from harm.
And for the first time,
I didn’t want to kill it.
I wanted to be like it.
I wanted to find
I wanted to be
In a corner of my own.
She asked, he answered.
Certainly the right question.
Just the wrong answer.
That time of the year
Clear skies and cool steady breeze
I feel too empty to talk.
I’ll be okay. I don’t quit.
Doing my best to quit you.
First, love. Then everything becomes lovable.
Don’t cut what you can untie.
He’s just a man. Nothing else.
Dark sky. Music stops.
Wind howls. Thick dust. Subtle cries.
A deep silence mourns.
We’re all books with remarkable stories.
Ain’t always easy
Some people are difficult
Love them anyway.
Thought he was my answered prayer.
We don’t always get second chances.
Sometimes I wish there’s someone
I can talk with about everything.
They don’t even need
to say a word.
No need to agree
with what I say.
Allow me to laugh.
Allow me to breakdown.
And just listen.
Just listen to what I
Truly want to say.
What I’ve been through.
What I’m going through.
Or what I’ll be going through.
But there’s no one
I can trust these days.
Words always get twisted.
No one to lean on.
No one to listen.
When I just want to let it all out?
It’s sad, ain’t it?
To have so much to say
but not one soul to tell it to.
No one willing to lend an ear.
No one patient enough
or kind enough
to listen to someone
who is nothing but sad.
He smiled that handsome
smile, sweet enough to keep me
both sane and insane.
Thought deep thoughts the entire night.
It’s an ordinary day.
I met a stranger.
He was nice. No hint of arrogance.
He sounded smart. Indeed, he really was.
I trusted him. Opened up to him.
Built a friendship like no other.
Became my favorite person.
Some days I look for reasons why we’ve met.
Reasons for why things happened.
Perchance to save me?
To offer me wisdom perhaps?
To teach me a lesson?
To hold me to keep me from falling?
Or to protect me from deeper pain?
I knew I might love this person.
But I also knew he’s not mine to keep.
It may be he didn’t come to save me.
But just to teach me save myself.
And eventually I learned how.
Then he started to drift away.
Just like that.
Until we’re strangers once again.
I hope someday my
heart will stop mentioning you
and just be quiet.
Left without a trace.
Alone, wordless, I retreat.
It was cold and dark
That first night when we first kissed
A painful good time.
It hurts being around you sometimes.
I felt it all… then nothing.
I close doors for a reason.
Maybe some things just won’t be.
Another month ends.
Debit. Credit. Deadline soon.
Hope it matches up.
Ain’t afraid to love, just cautious.
since morning. The hen in me’s
just not laying eggs.