when you left,
i stabbed the pen through the paper
the letters bled as the words died
i kept them buried in my heart
where no one can hear them scream
where no one can see them begging
for you to come back and never leave
BINABASA MO ANG
When You Left
Poetry"when you left, every part, every breath every heart beat of your body slowly became requisite parts of my poetry." a collection of free-verse poems.
