when I left,
the demons we created
began to peel off
their skin
pluck out their teeth
cut their wrists
prick their skin
until they run out
of ways to overpower the pain
the breaking
the leaving
the cursing
the hating
the grieving
have left us with
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.
