This is inspired by a story I've read on Manila Encounters.
A man told me,
black magic will make a person fall in love with you,
too driven by desperation, I decided to test if that was true,
putting a right amount of trust and even a slight touch of fear,
adding a sprinkle of sweetness that can make them smile from ear to ear.
It wasn't too easy finding the correct and complete spice,
should I stir it left to right?
maybe counterclockwise,
should I add more confidence? courage? perhaps perseverance?
or maybe pouring more beauty for them to love me despite my appearance.
Hours have passed and still unsure about the potion I've made,
it smells like coffee but a bit lighter in shade,
closing my eyes, questioning if I am ready,
holding the bottle with two hands, saying
"keep it steady."
The man told me that the person who will love me is the first one that I look straight from my eye,
but I don't need a love from any girl nor a guy,
staring at the mirror that's picturing my own reflection
then I drank the whole cup
with zero hesitation.
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This Isn't About You
PoetryA lot of people share the same struggle with you. Even if these poems are initially not for you, you feel like these poems are about you. These are inspired by random things; quotes, songs, gossips, and random thoughts.
