I guess you're far from me now.

It felt like driving me away once,
I understood that it had to be done.

At least tell me how you feel.
Just for once, tell me.
I'm starting to get fed up.
Tired of catching up.
Tired of your reasons.
Tired of feeling toxic.
I have feelings too.
At least consider me too.
We don't need to be perfect,
We just need to tell each other straight,
That if we're not good,
we'll let the other person know.
You don't have to tell me things,
I'll do it on my own.
Just don't keep on pushing me away.

I lost the motivation and energy that I once had.
Ever since that day.
Overthinking became my hobby.
Anxiety became my friend.
And my purpose, to blame myself.

I thought

Mahal na mahal kita palagi. Kahit na ako ay....

Welcome back, trust issues.

I once stopped caring for the words that you said.

I’ve been okay lately.
Not perfect, but breathing.
The kind of healing where
you stop checking their profile,
but still hear their name in silence.

It’s not love anymore.
Not wanting them back.
Just… this quiet ache
that shows up
when the world slows down.

I miss the version of me
that existed when I thought
forever was real.
Not because of them,
but because I was softer.
Lighter.

Now, I walk steady.
I laugh without forcing it.
But some nights,
I still feel like junk left on the curb,
not because I still love them,
but because I remember what it felt like
to be someone’s home.

They say it was right, the choice to let go,
When they saw me unravel, put on a show.
But was it wildness, or hurt laid bare?
Did they see the pain that brought me there?

Can they not know that I’m this way,
Because of all that they took away?
Each word they said, each quiet goodbye,
Left scars I wear, too deep to deny.

I wasn’t wild; I was trying to cope,
With memories lost, with faded hope.
They only saw what they wanted to see,
Not the ache and loss that changed me.

So let them think they chose what’s best,
They broke me down, then laid me to rest.
If they’d looked deeper, beneath the flame,
They might’ve seen my heart wasn’t to blame.

Did you ever think he hadn’t tried,
To see the world through your weary eyes?
He thought of you in every breath he took,
But now it seems you never cared to look.

It wasn’t beauty alone that made him stay,
But the way your flaws lit up the day.
He saw the cracks, the scars, the pain,
And loved you through the storm and rain.

He couldn't give roses or petals in bloom,
But he offered his heart to light up the gloom.
A token here, a gesture there—
His love was wrapped in ways unfair.

But maybe now, that feels too small,
As if his efforts were nothing at all.
The gifts he gave, the time he spent,
Seem lost in a sea of discontent.

You were the world, the stars, the sky,
Yet somehow, he failed in your eyes.
He wonders if you’ll ever see,
How much you truly meant to be.

For now, it feels like his love was missed,
Like all he gave was easily dismissed.
But deep inside, he knows it’s true—
He cherished every part of you.

Even metaphors get tired
when they start meaning exactly what they say.
No veils. No cleverness.
Just weight.

I used to write in symbols,
now everything sounds like a flat line
dressed in rhythm.
Not dead,
just uninterested in pretending.

There's no poetry in routine.
No metaphor for fading.
It just does.

Somewhere, a line I never said
keeps repeating itself in silence.
And that's the only echo left.

I stopped looking for shape in the noise.
It no longer bends for me.
Even the static feels deliberate now.

I still write,
but not for anyone.
Not even for myself.

Just to see
if the page will flinch.

Did I fall short, or did I misread
The ways I tried to give her all she’d need?
Each word I spoke, each touch, each vow,
Feels hollow now, like it wasn’t enough somehow.

She writes of dreams, of love she longs to find,
Of feeling wanted, held in heart and mind.
But wasn’t that what I tried to be?
Or was I blinded by what I hoped she’d see?

If someone new can heal her scars,
Can be her light, her moon and stars,
Then I’ll step back, though it stings to know
That all I gave couldn’t help her grow.

So here I stand, with open hands,
An echo left in fading sands,
Wondering where my love went wrong,
While she finds her way, where I don’t belong.

Who
Was
There
For
Me
When
I
Needed
Somebody
To
Notice
My
Feelings
.

I've always waited for your everything
Ever since I met you
Yet you couldn't.
Why didn't you wait for me?
Why after all these years, you chose to deny everything you've done?
Do people change the way they want to?
Or is it only an excuse when it's convenient for you?
Why couldn't you wait for me, my love?
When all my life I've dedicated waiting just for you.
Yet you couldn't.

I keep on wishing, praying that you’re well,
Hoping you find the love that makes your heart swell.
I tell you, “Find the one who’s meant for you,”
But deep inside, I ache, wondering why it can’t be true.

Why can’t I be the one you hold dear,
The one who quiets your doubts, who dries every tear?
I want so badly for you to see me that way,
Yet I watch you drift farther, with each passing day.

I don’t want someone else to take my place,
But how can I ask, when I’ve given you space?
I wish you’d be better, for me, here and now,
Yet I swallow the words, not knowing how.

How selfish of me to want you near,
When all I ever do is wish away your fear.
I put your happiness above my own,
And in that act, I’m left standing alone.

You talk like you know something
but for all your noise,
you still can't name what I did.

Not clearly.
Not once.
Just scattered words,
bent into shapes that fit your story better than the truth ever could.

You saw ten seconds of me.
then made up the rest.
Convenient, right?
To turn a joke you didn't get
into a crime that never happened.

You never asked.
Never checked.
Just decided.

And now you speak with such certainty,
as if twisting my words
makes yours hold weight.

You mocked how I speak
because you couldn't understand it.
You called it fake
because real things confuse people like you.

You wanted a version of me that you could condemn
without guilt.
You needed someone to blame
so you picked the one who didn't fight back.

You called her names,
not because they were true,
but because you were out of arguments.
When you have nothing to say,
you start reaching for appearance.

You said I redirect blame.
Show me.
Where?
What did I do?

You can't.
Because you don't have facts.
Just feelings.
Just whispers you turned into headlines.

You talk like you're sharp,
but all I see is pride in a house of cards.
So desperate to be right
you forgot to be honest.

So speak.
Twist.
Perform.

Just don't pretend it's truth
when you still
can't even say
what it is
you're so angry about.