I pinched myself-
to drag me back
from your swindling mirage.
And when the excruciating distress
sears, and dug deeper
on my skin to the bones and flesh
of my arms,
I know it was true.
It was you.
Who beamed a smile and
tell a tale-
You are not a fever dream,
but a glimpse of reality
on a deceitful day in April
BINABASA MO ANG
On Bridges That We Burned
PoesíaA collection of unsaid words and feelings dedicated to the people I once loved and cherished.
