nayayamot sa bawat saglit
kapag naaalala ka
wala naman akong magawa
at first, i thought you were just a vague figment of memory that i had. but sometimes, i wanted to dismiss you from my thoughts as some unintelligible blend of reality and fiction. i said i'd miss you. but my heart wanted to forget you. i missed you, but i am too afraid to see you coming back. you might not be the person i used to know...
hanggang kailan ako maghihintay
na makasama ka muli sa buhay
kong puno ng paghihirap
at tanging ikaw lang ang
pumapawi sa mga luha at
naglalagay ng ngit sa mga labi
Ah, the eternal return. It is horrid to be dragged into an eternal cycle of life death and life again, only to wallow in a sea of bitter memories.
umuwi ka na baby,
di na ako sanay na wala ka
mahirap ang mag-isa
at sa gabi'y hinahanap-hanap kita...
some nights i wanted to get out of my bed and do the corniest things tagalog telenovelas have ever done on their shows, like sitting by the window, staring at empty spaces or watching trees and its shadows bob in exasperated nods. or writing down poems of anguish or strumming mellow touch songs on an old guitar. (which i couldn't 'cause i never learned how to play the guitar)
i wouldn't want to get back to bed either. the folds of my bedsheets would only remind me of the stifled whispers and moans that has never crossed the recesses of my imagination. my soul is but a captive witness to the eternal return of the unwilling sacrifice to the altar of orphaned lust.
the most beautiful person i touched
ran away from me, and all i can do
was pick up the grains by where their
feet were, hoping these kept bits of
them, enough of their matter to be
changed somehow
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