Beloyon, Vanessa Eunice P.

Angel, Imp, Beau, Boo, Hot Stuff,

BSTM 4y1-5

Biatch,
What else?

The Last Poem I Will Write for You

I dont care if it takes a million

(Translation of

stanzas,

Ang Huling Tula na Isusulat Ko Para

But I cant just let these words

Sayo by Juan Miguel Severo)

continue to live inside of me,

(Translated by: Francis Cesar Terrado)

So I swear, this will be the last poem I

will ever write

This will be the last poem I will ever

write

for you.
I will start at the very beginning;

for you;
I promise.

At how you smiled at me and

asked me where I lived.

And yes, I dont know how long it

You didnt mind the cobwebs on my

would be,

wall,

Or if it would fit in one piece;

Didnt balk at the cockroach

How many pages, how many minutes

that suddenly appeared when you

it would take

visited,

So its possible that I wont

But you also didnt look at the books

memorize it immediately, but I

that lay beside my bed,

promise,

also asleep, and back then my only

This will be the last poem I will ever

companions.

write

I will start at the very beginning,

for you.
I swear,

Even if it takes me all night,

I wont sleep a wink;
I will use up every word

At how you hugged me when I

told you I love you;
At how you kissed my forehead and
said, I treasure you,
And, the fool that I was,

that might possibly rhyme

I was elated because I hadnt yet

with your name, or whatever I called

realized that I didnt want to be

you.

treasured.

Love, Darling, Baby, Babe, Bae, Mine,

I dont want to be treasured.

Sweetie, Honey, Sugar, Cupcake,

I am not an antique mirror that youve

owned for years,

that you only look at to remind

yourself that youre beautiful.

Knowing by heart my hidden

blades, intent, filth, secrets.

I dont want to be treasured.

Blades. Intent. Filth. Secrets.

I am not your cellphone that you only

I need you to love me like your pillow

take out of your pocket when you need

at night:

a solution

Your pillow that you embrace in

to whatever your loss of connection

the cold, you lean to in spite of the

to your world that has become so vast

heat; and you whisper your secret

to give you any more attention.

dreams to.

I dont want to be treasured.

I dont want to be treasured; what I

I am not some necklace that you only

want is to be loved.

wear to upper-class occasions,

What I need is to be loved.

in situations when you feel

incomplete,
to be put back inside a box

And I used to write just to make you

love me.
So forgive me, but I will write until Ive

when you go to bed at night, for fear

used up all the words that might

that my embrace may suffocate you in

possibly rhyme with your name.

your sleep,

Forgive me, but I will write for you to

or to be put back in a box in a

corner of your closet for fear that I

forgive me,
Because someone once told me

might be stolen by others.

that a person who does not

I dont want to be treasured.

forgive will never be able to write.

What I want is to be loved. What I

So my Love, this time

need is to be loved.
I need you to love me like your
morning coffee:

on this last time that I will write

you a poem
lets make a pact:

Accepting the bitter and the sweet;

I will forgive you but you must

needed for warmth but not tossed

forgive me, too.

aside for growing cold.

Forgive me for crying

I need you to love me like your

and I will forgive you for not shedding

own office:

a tear.

Knowing by heart which does what;

Forgive me for chattering,

knowing by heart where something is

tucked away,

and I will forgive you for not

saying a word.

Forgive me for not leaving,

and I will forgive you for not
staying.
Forgive me for not forgetting you,
and I will forgive you for not

And forgive me if it ends up too

lengthy,
and if the words are too
flowery, but I swear:
this is the last one. The last one. The

choosing me.

last one. The last one.

Love, lets make a pact:

I will start again at the very beginning,

I will forgive you but you must

at how you smiled at me and asked

forgive me, too.

me where I lived.

Forgive me for not letting go,

I will start again at the very beginning,

and I will forgive you for not

at how you smiled at me.

holding on;

I will start again at the very beginning.

Forgive me for not pulling away,

I will start again.

and I will forgive you for not

This is the last poem I will write for

getting too close;

you no, thats not right.

Forgive me for not giving up,

This is the last poem I have written

and I will forgive you for not

taking a chance;
And forgive me for not hating you,
And I will forgive you for not
loving me.
Love, lets make a pact:
I will forgive you but you must
forgive me, too.
So I can at last finish this poem that
has lived here too long.

about you:
I love you,
and I have nothing left to give.