when I left,
I called different gods
and entities of the truth
asking to strike me
with the pain reality gives
hoping the lies
that I was fed with
would exude through the sweat
blood and salty tears.
but the gods of lies prevailed
and choked me with more fallacies
he still loves you
so grovel back
and beg
and beg
and beg until your knees bleed
your eyes dry, and you heart
could no longer breathe.
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.
