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Stephanie Jun 2019
I can't stay














...being mad at you,
...being stone-cold at you,
...befriending pride and hating the things you do,
...being a coward by not letting you know how much I care
how much I love, how far I could run for you and with you

I just can't stay any longer without you :<

and so I'll go

...start every morning with you
...back to your arms when life's going rough
...fight not against you but with you


I'll go wherever you go,
you are home.
Stephanie Jun 2019
a sad word it is;
not so often a someone's favorite
and neither do I
because leaves
aren't always from trees
sometimes it is an action word
that brings out
a million liter of tears
if time goes back and
won't take you away again
I promise to whisper six words
a thousand times then
"I love you, please never leave."
How much it would take to have you back, tatay?
If these words aren't enough, I hope my tears will.
Stephanie Jun 2019
aren't we suppose to die once?









I thought I died yesterday but here I am, alive, but dying.

Again.
not to trigger anyone but this is what the poetess feels today.
Stephanie Jun 2019
I am a tree
The love I gave you today
is my leaf
There are so many leaves
in me
I can give you one or two each day
I hope they'll grow
within you
so when the day I die,
I could offer
my last piece of love to you,
My leaves will continue to live and
You will never forget me.
PS. My leaves will never wither.
Stephanie May 2019
you are funny
that's one reason why I loved you
you're so funny that you brought
my laughter to almost teary eyed
- the kind of joyous, always precious
but not until you vanished
I thought you were just ''being funny''
so I laugh while convincing myself
that you didn't mean to made my tears
fall down from my cheeks
yet that was the same tears you promised
to wipe away
- the kind of burden that crashes me inside
the sun has risen, the sun has set,
the moon was there, and the moon left
I watched the same routine for I don't now
how long, I just knew it was hard
grieving for the love I once dreamt to last

'til it was you again, coming back from nowhere,
you used the same bridge that I walked on
to get back to myself and heal

you are always funny.
now, I'm just laughing at you.
ooof.
Stephanie May 2019
and that is why
to be fool in love
is okay... I mean...
to smile for littlest reason
and sing lalala
the cheesy lines, PDA's
that's okay

but to fool your love
is never okay,
remember: you aren't a ****.








or are you? hmm
12:12 am thoughts
Stephanie May 2019
one day on his time,
poetry meets his prose
he narrates the words
on her verse
while she rhymes the hopes
in his paragraphs

one day on her time
poetry met her prose
she didn't know
he narrated the words
on her verse
so she secretly rhymed the hopes
in his paragraphs


poetry and prose encountered love
yet, they never met on the same timeline.
take the risk or lose your love at all?
you choose.
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