She fights battles
her smiles
would never
tell

she stands
and dusts
her knees
like nothing hurts

and everytime
she breathes,
she reminds me
of how a warrior
should live.

Had we've known
how to read between
the lines,
maybe we didn't
have to
end up this story
with question marks.

We both adore
how lightning stiked
a post of nest
with pain we hate.

And when we both fell
we felt a force
of being moved apart...

apart
from where we used
to nest.

apart
from the rest

apart
from all comfort
we were at best

apart
from all the sparkling
magical glitters

we both felt

when thousands of voltage
hit us right straight
to heart.

I have loved you
long enough to realize
how real love
can sacrifice one's happiness
in replace of
someone's.

I have loved you
long enough to wake up
from dreams of hopes
that someday
it could be you and I.

I have loved you
hard enough
to walk away
with colors of tomorrow

just like how glittery
confetti sway by winds
upon letting go.

There will always be
a bittersweet taste
of reminiscing moments with you.

-Sweetness that makes me smile
upon remembering your face again.

-Bitterness that makes my heart shrinks
upon realising I won't see it again.

I loved how he waved his hand
the way he called my name
for that very first time
it was all surreal
I could still remember
how bothered all  butterflies
were in my stomach

I loved how he held my hand
the way he kissed me on my forehead
and the moment he whispered
‘I love you’ on my ears
it all happened in a snap;
a minute I’d love to recall
all my life

I loved how he stared at me
the way he puts his hands
in his pockets
I used to think he had
all my smiles
in there
safe to be cherished by him

I loved how he
laid his armors
the way he shielded
all the roads I had to walk through
for in his arms
I always find the sweetest haven of all

I loved everything about him
even when he had to say
the most bitter word
I had to hear

and I wonder
how could this word
has goodness in it
when it has always been
a ‘bye’
in its end.

It was raining
and we were trapped
under trees
when out of the blue
you said
love is so hard.

I silently smiled
and caught some
raindrops through my
opened palm...

and sincerely whispered
my wish unto sky.

Learned to pour
all the love
I deserved
unto my empty cup

Only to find out
I've been thirsty
the whole time
I was sunken,
drowning
by self-love.

Glass do break
when it kisses ground
but not all
shattered pieces
would stay at surface
for life.

That's how gravity
rules the earth;
that's how love
invades hearts.

Wanna know
what a happy ending
really is?

It's when
you fin'lly accepted
that the story
hath already
reached its
end

no matter how
bitterly sweet
it may be.

And though with a sigh,
you'd still smile
and say...

"It has to be this way."

I came to silence
in thoughts of protection
against the chaotic noise of love

Only to realize how
all my silent screams
could **** a heart

If only I wasn't too late...

Maybe I could have
saved myself from drowning.

it was always from myself
whom I have to protect
myself of.

He settles in places,
while I collect all the stamps.
He loves to break rules;
I end up breaking within.
He sewed patches
unto his sleeves,
and I was too busy
stitching my wounds.

He peacefully
lays at night;
I stay awake,
lamenting the sounding
blast of his comfort.

We both end up on our own pillows.
His is a smiling moon.
Mine a pouring rain.

Never had I thought
how being apart
of what used to be
my ev'rything
would let me
be free
from what had been
caging me...

I never knew
I could fly
'til
I let all of him
burnt into ash.

Everyone deserves
both the sun and the rain.
But not everyone gets
the same amount of both.
And so is with the weigh
of love we ought to give
and receive.

She used to dance with the rhythm
no one could ever hear
-like poems and raindrops,
she crashes and pours.
But nay, her sleepless nights are o'er,
and so with the nightmares of her painful past..

Now she walks in a garden
which flowers bloom
from stitches and scars.

Let thy bitten heart
bleed all painful tears
and be it a reminder
of how all wounds heal
through aches.

tell me something even worst
than falling with someone so precious to you;
you’re thorn between
keeping everything inside to keep him,
and admitting how you truly feel,
then lose him forever.

You loved trees
so much
that I even
hang my roofs
on its branches.

That way,
you'd be sheltered
when it rains

in hopes that
you would hear
how all my walls
beat and break
by thy presence.

How could you close
a book with torn pages
you were afraid to read

like making someone home
just to walk out
of that door
she kept chained
for so long-

that same door
she more than willingly
opened to shelter you.

Let it hurt.
For it is no longer love
when it doesn't hurt anymore.

Let it hurt.
But when it is only pain
love no longer exist anymore.

So let it hurt,
let it even bleed,
let it dry all your tears..

then
let it go

I watched you crossed
the borderline,
met her halfway...

while I was left
at the shore,
wiping all
your footsteps
from the sand.

It might be hard
to walk alone,

but the coast
now is clear.

I'm afraid
I might be looking
unto something
I am so familiar with
that it becomes so ordinary,
I am missing the chance
to see its worth.

Like listening to a song
I have memorized for years
without feeling the beat
anymore.

Or being with someone
I am so used to be with
without actually
feeling him
at all.

Set aside that empty cup of rejection,

and feed yourself with a bowl full of love-
the love only you
could give you.

It's what you deserve,
my dear.

Tell me something even more tormenting
than the simple act of waiting...

a little more waiting...

and a lot more waiting.

But dear,
you don't owe
the world an
explanation
of why
you built
that wall.

the right ones
will know
without
a single word.

Tonight
I'll sleep under
the ceiling of stars;
in a blanket
I'd be caressed by hugs.
Under my pillow
our captured days will rest.

Beneath my bed,
my monster at peace.
she'd whisper a poem-
the love we never had.

And while the crickets
sing their hope for us,
we'd both bleed
our hearts to sleep.

He who knows all wounds
is the only one who could tell
when enough is enough.

And he who knows all scars
is the only one who's familiar
with where it once bled,
when all lessons are learned,

and when it is time
to fin'lly let go.

You just listen...

Its every beat
beats with your pulse.

I'm on a dead end
But I can still hear
the loudest scream.
It is thrown from within
and echoes thru
the glass walls.

So here I stand
and wait
for the barriers
to break.

Hoping those echoes
would care.

I have never been
so honest to myself
until the moment
I have learned
to acknowledge
how I truly felt
for him.

It was pure
and real
full of colors
and suddenly
all blacks.

I loved how
you throw
all your arguments;
how your wrinkled
eyes smile
when you were
really happy
or how you not
fight back the tears
when you're upset.

even your
wildest dreams,
I heard it all.

I know your
sleepless nights;
I felt all
your heartaches.

Too bad
I felt worst
when you
fin'lly found
who you were
looking for.

You see,
It's never
easy to be
happy for
someone
you always
loved.

She adores the moon
like no one could.

so when she asked
had he found love,

he told her how lovely
the moon shines
above.

We both walked
a linear path
towards each other

and when we're
just an inch apart,
we realized that
we have been taking
those one-way
parallel lines.

You'll realize that...

whatever spills
is just a manifestation
of what nests
inside.

She fully knows
how she's entitled
to feel

but every time
she looks at him,
she realizes...

she isn't
anyone who
would have had
the right to.

And to our ears,
all tick and tocks of clocks
became so familiar
that we missed
to savor each second
'twas willing to give
until it died.

Never had I imagined
how smiles
could give us
the most
painful cuts.

Never had I imagined
how someone's freedom
could mean someone's
loneliness inside.

Never had I imagined
how letting you in
would mean
letting you go
as well.