How to torture a performer:
Tell her you'd watch.
You'll see her searching eyes
You'll see her scanning the crowd unnoticeably while she's playing
And when it's over, she still has hope.
She still has hope, grasping on the idea to think that you were there all alongBut when she finally realizes and concludes that you didn't come. A voice in her head repeats it over and over again. "He didn't come, he didn't come, he didn't come"
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Bat ngayon ka palang magprapractice?
(Why practice just now?)I've been practicing my whole fucking life.
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Love and Games
PoesiaMy collection of poems, monologues, and spoken poetry pieces. Inspired by writers Lang Leav and Rupi Kaur. Follow on instagram: @love.and.games @chelelz poems turned into songs: Sasha My Bad ITMIBT By Chelsea Yu Out on Spotify, YouTube, iTunes, Appl...