sing me the lullaby of anguish
x
every night i keep glancing
on my bedside table
waiting for my phone to buzz
waiting for your message
maybe, the confession was
a bomb i left at your front door
and you will never be able to comprehend
the words i gave you
ours was a fragile friendship,
perched precariously on the tip of a finger
and i moved it ever so slightly
and i broke it
all the moments
came flashing inside my mind
and how all those will never
be remade
i understand that it is hard
to believe
i understand that it does not
make sense
but you're the only thing that
makes sense in this world so
broken and chaotic
and i know you do—
know, of course
i know you know how
i felt about you
for all those years
i see it in the reflective surface
of your amber eyes
the feelings chained and
caged in your irises
but when i stare deeper,
those emotions swirling in
the depths of your eyes
were never for me
still, i pushed through
i thought i guessed wrong
but i was right all along
and i severed the ribbon that tethered us
and now i'm wondering
why you've kept your mouth shut
why you've never given me a single
letter, word, stanza, paragraph, prose
i don't need you to reciprocate
the words i gave you because you need to
i want you to give me words that really came from your heart
even though it might be a razor cutting my strings
so just give me a message,
or a single sentence;
or a single word;
or just a single emoji of a broken heart
or you could call me
even though i know that the cadence
of your voice will
kill me over and over and over—
BINABASA MO ANG
The Dark Side of the Moon
Poesíano one has ever touched me like she ever did a sliver of glee a slice of sadness a creeping happiness a slithering melancholy a knife of healing a bandage of pain she was the dark side of the moon but when i look at her, i see light in crescent i...