Mga tula, luha at tinta ni Ulan

Will never be

We were both writers.
Same gender.
Same soul for literary arts.

But it's sad that you are the subject of my poetry,
and she's the subject of yours
as you were the favorite view of the lens of her camera.

It was euphoric, falling for you
At the same time, it kills me
that I will never be the woman you'll love for the rest of your life.

For I am just a nobody,
who loves you secretly
at the corners of my room, alone, broken and scarred.

I will never be her,
I will never be
your ink of endless fantasies.