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laging hahanap hanapin ang iyong yakap at halik, kailan ka ba babalik?
Pikit mata
Sa tuwing nakikita kita
Hindi ko mawari ang nadadama
Kada ngiti mo
Kada tawa mo
Parang musika sa akin pandinig
Hindi ko alam kung bakit
Sa tuwing nalulungkot ka
Nalulungkot rin ako
Gusto ko palagi kang masaya
Gusto ko laging makita ang mga ngiti mo
Kapag hindi ka nakikita
Hindi ako mapakali
Gusto ko lagi kitang nakikita
Pero lahat ng ito ay isang pikit mata lang
Pagbukas ng mga mata ko
Mga pangarap ko na kasama ka
Maglalaho nalang bigla
Dahil may mahal ka ng iba
At hindi ako yon
Magigising na ako sa panaginip ko
At tatanggapin di mo ko mahal.
Tapos na.
I thought this was love until I realized that love isn’t supposed to destroy you, it’s supposed to build you up, make you feel like you’re coming home. I always imagine that if we’d loved each other more gently it would have worked. I always miss you but you seem just fine without me. Tiniis at binigay ko naman lahat, pero palaging may mas hihigit. Palaging may magkukulang. I knew there was an expiration date to us. Even my friend’s keeps telling me “Tigilan mona”, “Hndi kba nppgod or nagsswa?” “He doesn’t deserve you,” , “He doesn’t love you nmn” and sometimes I tell myself, “He hurt you. Do not go back to him.” Look at the mess you’ve made. You hurt me and still, I was the one who apologized. To me, you were magic. To you, I was nothing. I’d like to tell you to get lost and never message or call me again. If you’d ask why, I’d list all the things you’d ever done to me, all the times you’d broken my heart and made me feel like being myself wasn’t enough. But there is still that small part of me that is afraid. That small part of me that would hold opens the door for you and invites you in. If I could, I would choose you over and over and over again. But I can’t do it, not anymore. I will not beg you for your time or try to convince you to choose me, the world is too big and I have too much to offer. I know that I was just a past time to you but still thank you for making me realize that what’s truly meant to be will always be. And I guess we’re not really meant to be. They say that when two people are meant for each other, no distance, no circumstance, and no one can keep them apart, and they’ll find themselves back to each other’s arms. There are so many things to be sorry for, but loving you isn’t one of them. I’m sorry that I wasn’t quite right for you. That you weren’t quite right for me. That the timing wasn’t quite right for us. Siguro nga isa tayo sa sinasabing pinaglandi pero hindi itinadhana. I love you but you’re not worth fighting for anymore. This time I will stop running back to you.
-Anne
Di ko na alam. Gusto ko ng sumigaw. Paulit-ulit na lang. Gusto ko ng katahimikan. Itong nararamdaman ko, Gumuguhit sa lalamunan hanggang sa puso ko. Pakiramdam ko kapag nahulog ako, wala na sa aking sasalo. Kasi parang ang bigat ko. Hindi sa kilo. Kundi sa pinagsama-samang kirot na dinadala sa aking puso. Sakit na tanging ako lang ang may kayang lumunas. Sakit na hindi magagamot ng kahit ano mang medisina. Sakit na ako mismo ang dahilan nito.
Masakit, oo. Pero dapat kayanin ko.
Friday, September 23, 2016. 8:28 am
She's sorry. She's sorry because she will never be good to you. I guess she's just too good for your ego. And I guess she's too kind and sensitive for you. She's afraid that you're going break her heart sooner or later. And you did. I know that you don't know how to fix a broken heart because you're broken also. How ironic isn't it? That you try to look for someone who's not damage and when you find the girl with a good heart, you'll wreck it. You'll crash it into pieces that all she can do is cry herself to sleep thinking about why you did that to her. You broke her. You did. You broke all the tiny pieces of her heart and now she doesn't know how to mend it. And she promised to herself she will find someone who's not afraid of commitments. She will find a guy who knows how to take good care of her heart and afraid to break it. Now I know. That's why she will never be the one for you. That's why she's here crying again because you're not the one. You're not the one. Good luck!
Sunday, September 18, 2016. 6:21 pm
Deactivated my Twitter account. You muted my account, so be it. Let’s make it permanent bitchy.
hand written letters... hand picked flowers... singing a song for me... good morning and good nights... random compliments...
Little and simple things that makes me happy.,