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@katrinacolim
21 FEBRUARY 2017
may tamis sa pait ng pag-ibig na hindi pwedeng maatim
ang pagtingin na pilit itinatago sa silid, doon sa may gilid
pinipilit itinitiklop sa maliliit na piraso
isinisiksik
ginigipit
pinipilit
doon sa masikip
doon sa alanganin
dahil hindi pwedeng lantarin
dahil mayroon nang nauna
meron nang nakareserba
at kung sa araw araw na makapiling ka
ay isa nang matamis na parusa
para sa puso kong hangal
at sa kaluluwa kong tadtad ng mga bakas ng pagaatubili
hindi ko man malaman o maunawa
matarok o maatim
isa lamang ang naturang klaro mula sa dagat ng pagdududa
hindi ka lamang isang estranghero na daraan sa aking buhay
at lilisan ng walang iiwan;
ikaw at ikaw ang pinakapaborito kong pagkakasala
at ang gigising sa malalim kong paghimbing
ang magpapanatili sa aking gising sa mga gabing
tila ginawa yata para aking wariin simula’t sapul
“bakit nga ba kita nakilala?”
& will.
Tonight i'm starting to forget the memories and feelings you used to make me feel Like the way you forget your first spoken word Or how your favorite childhood candy used to taste Tonight, as I was looking outside I heaved in the cold evening air Finding my strength and courage while I rummage through my things just to find your last remaining pieces in it for the last time- the last hope, the last try to feel you and me and what we used to be I let my tears roll down to my cheek for the last time as I whisper to myself that "its okay...its perfectly okay to let go now" In perfectly hushing calming comforting tone I could muster I looked at all the things, I looked at the box that contains everything you and I have collected And then, I looked at the moon I looked at the stars I looked upon the tall buildings on their way to reach the skies I gazed upon them until they all became meaningless I heaved in again the cold February air A sharp blunt realization hit me And suddenly all the music started to fail to play the same tune you and I made I looked at the box and I laid down to give myself a moment because tonight I am unclasping to the idea of what we used to be and tonight, as much as I want to liberate myself I dont wanna let go of the inevitable