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n.
i am a child of the darkest clouds and heavy rains. I am afraid of the sun and the light, and i always
wish to be alone. i am made of bricks and cement that hide the cracks inside of my concrete walls.
i tried to tear myself down in front of other people but no one has ever tried to pick up the small
pieces of me. so i keep my eyes closed all the time.
all throughout the years i went blind, he touched me and made me talk about the brightness this
world has possessed. it made me wonder why he's doing it when he's pocketful of curse words and
black clothes. he's never the one who talks about feelings, rather he talks about how he hates
feelings.
the moment he made me open my eyes, i became a child who's about to learn how to walk and talk
and feel things. i slowly learned how to walk through the fragile lines between love and hate. he
made me talk of 'i love you' and 'i miss you' no matter how foreign they are for my tongue.
more.
this is how it started
he found me
in an empty bookstore
where i danced with the devils
and wept with the angels.
it was during the night when
i didn't recognize the poems
i bled nor the songs i used to
have small talk with
at 3:28 a.m.
he found me curled up;
a crumpled paper
dripping in blue
with heartfelt memories
in one of the shelves.
his eyes didn't look apologetic
as he tried to read the emotions
carved on my face
i predicted nothing
since i cannot fathom the
words etched on his lips,
instead i wished
for him to never
get tired of me
september
sunset
and sunrise
with me,
when you told me our day has ended; i did not know how to wake up the following day without
thinking of how we spent it. during our day you told me you love the rain so much but what i had
given you was storm. you were so forgiving at first because you thought a rainbow will come after the
thunder and lightning. however, just like the houses and streets i left broken and damaged, you also
wanted to end the
pain.
but it doesn’t take a month or a year to lessen the pain, the guilt, and the sadness.
and no,
i can’t touch the pieces of art
that hang on the walls of your museum.
only i can stare at them
from afar, shifting my gaze
back and forth — from their outlines
to the shades of their colours.
he found me through the lines of my poems when i wasn’t looking for love. soon, our verses built the
feelings, the touches, and the kisses until it hurt, until nothing was left to be felt but the tingling
sensation of our lips when they were connected still.
what you do to me
i never thought
there was a part of you
that is willing to travel
places of me.
i was a continent you wanted
to explore
so you let me become a map
you laid on your bed
as you trace every inch.
you draw circles,
left marks,
planted kisses on territories,
and i, i became a defenceless land
with goose bumps like tall buildings rising.
you didn’t care about the
cracks and dirt on my floor,
instead you let yourself
get lost in my endless pool of misery.
show me a grin,
the way you do when you
stare at the stars
and bask in the milky way.
assure me
that the moon and the
whole galaxy aren't tired of
being used as metaphors yet.
nothing is better
than the collision of
love and art.
your intense gaze
turns me into a picturesque
landscape;
your lips paint mine
with a darker shade of red;
your body is a canvas
where i paint my soul;
and your heart is a place
where i calligraphed my name
as long as time permits me to live,
i will not give you up
About Me
I'm a writer/artist based in the Philippines. I try to be good at several things, including writing
poetry, songs, and fan fiction, doing calligraphy and watercolor art, singing, photo and layout editing,
and blogging.
If not working or doing artsy stuff, I spend my time in my room, either reading, fangirling on
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