i've collected your cursed words,
Like a broken glass;
Piece by piece, I picked them up,
One by one, I separate them-
From small to big,
From something light to heavy,
Until some pieces slipped in my hand,
Piercing through my skin,
And I bled blood that can't be seen
BINABASA MO ANG
On Bridges That We Burned
PoesíaA collection of unsaid words and feelings dedicated to the people I once loved and cherished.
