It’s Time to Let Go

I asked you to hug me- you didn’t 

I asked if I could drink-

you gave me a glass instead of letting me drink from the bottle

(I used to drink straight there)
I asked you to kiss me

I asked if I could kiss you

you pushed me away

turn your back on me
There is a limit to what I can take

A limit to what I can do

A limit to what I can feel

I have reached mine-
it’s time to let go.
You will come crawling back

You will beg for forgiveness

but you know what?

Maybe this time, just once-
I will betray my heart

and let you go…

The First Love Letter

They say love outlives us all…



My friend told me

I haven’t written in awhile

but that was only because

I thought-

spending time with you was

the exact poem I’ve been waiting to

write

all my life

only difference is, I didn’t write it with a pen

I lived it-

With you.
Tonight, I write to you

for the last time ’cause

things happen

Relationship sometimes

do fall apart

I can only love you-

so much but,

I can’t make you love me

enough to choose me everyday

But I’d choose you, you know?

Always!



But love also means letting go

I want to hold on ’till it outlives me

though your happiness is not-

in the street of my arms.

It’s not-

in the home that is my heart,

It’s not-

with the human called

me.

It is not-

at least not, anymore.

But I was and still am

in love.



They said love outlives us all

I hope my love for you really outlives me

because when it comes to you,

forever could never be

long enough…
I’ll always love you…



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B. I Stopped Weaving Forever…

I stopped weaving forever on my sleeve when;
I realized how your body trembles
when the thought also pricks
onto your skin

We agreed to keep our love hidden-
6 feet below the ground

Someone said he likes me a lot
He’s a great guy
but I couldn’t betray my lungs
so instead, I broke his heart

(I promised to never ask for more)

But sometimes baby, it’s hard
there are nights when I wish you’d call me yours
I’ll run my fingers behind your back-
up, down and up again
so I could know you, like the fire knows how to burn

(Baby is that too much?)

So, I stopped weaving forever on my sleeve
when I found out that-
only nothing,
lasts forever…

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A. I Love You

When Clementine wrote
A Mouthful of Forevers
I thought,
this is it!

Someone was able to
carved out something from my chest and
carefully traced it
to the perfect
combination of words
there ever existed.

I knew then that I have to write-
to you
for you
about you.

(I was 14 when I thought love was forever
I was 16 when I thought I was in love
I was 19 when I stopped believing in magic
I was 27 when I made a mistake and fell in love with you)

I’m not a perfect lover
there are days when insecurities,
fear and jealousy would eat me whole
and all I wanna do is-
to give you up

it’s always easy to walk away

yet, no matter what
you stay

I love you
from this day onwards
I will trust you, have faith in you
let go of my fear to be hurt

for, whether it brings pain or not
there’s one thing I couldn’t do anymore, and that is-
to reset my heart and
unlove you. So, love you, I will.

Until forever becomes
the kiss and the hug
we could give to each other everyday.

Until forever becomes
enough
for both of us
to share…

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He’s Different

he’s different. He’s one of the few
I will always feel blessed
to have been gifted the chance to
connect with, even for such a brief period of time..

he’s different in all the sense that made sense- even to the ones that doesn’t..

he’s different, maybe only because my heart craftily made him so, but he’s different..

maybe not in the way you would expect it, but
in the ways my soul
would flutter when
his proximity is within

this world’s reach…

Your Beauty

You marry words like couples in love
that I, for the life of me
wouldn’t know how to meet
much more- connect

You make me feel foreign-
on my own heart
fueling my adrenaline
rushing at your presence

Tell me what makes you, you?
I vow to preserve the only beauty
that makes me believe in the reality
of loving and being loved to infinity…

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If we are ever to be reborn and find each other

They will tell you, I’m no good for you.
That my scars are sins
and my brokenness would only cause you-
to drown in a pool of sadness.

They will tell you, you’ll find someone
greater than me. As if being me-
is a crime. As if comparison by
degrading your personality-
is a holistic thing.

They will tell you, I am danger
and you are the safe side
and it’s best to let go than for to you to explode-
to seven billion puzzled pieces by loving me

They will tell you, you deserve better
But you will still take your chances on me
And you will tell them about our love
sprinkle them hope that in time, they’ll all get there.

But maybe, just not in the exact same place
where grace promised an infinity
if we should ever find each other

again…

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