@Yel_lue04
People fall in love with the uncontrollable
Of that which makes their heart burst in fear of losing it
Of that which feels like, anytime soon, it will slip off their fingers.
People fall in love with the uncontrolable because... thats when they feel most ALIVE.
I think I just found gold...your writing style is so freakishly what I've been looking for.
I grieve with the idea of your absence.
An Open Letter
And I didn't know how to handle myself better...
I start tripping on my own self-esteem
I started painting all over the wall I just cleaned
I began banging the cymbals in my head, where I demanded silence.
I stopped feeling when I started to get scared.
An Open Letter
To be the one who is dearly loved
I felt that the universe, for the longest time
Decided to grant it all at once.
An Open Letter
He fell first...
I fell harder.
This is what I mean when I said I felt like a loser every time I have to be the one to show you my affection.
I feared being ignored after the rain of attention.
I feared caring too much after all the gifts and words of affirmations.
I feared the calm before the storm.
I feared the unfamiliar peace that felt like a traitor.
This is what I mean when I said I don't want to put my guard down or lower my walls.
I feared being robbed of my scarce resources.
I feared being vulnerable only to have it used against me.
I feared that when I let someone in, I'd be hospitable enough that having them leave felt like I just want to tear the whole place down.
An Open Letter
Hayaan mong samahan kita ibalik
ang pag-asang sayo ay nawala
Hayaan mo balikan natin ang mga ala-ala
na minsan ay nagbigay sa iyo ng sigla
Ngunit kung may nais man akong hilingin
Sa pagbalik tanaw natin,
Sana naisin mo na tayong dalawa naman
Ang dumanas ng kung anong dating meron kayong dalawa
PS: Sasamahan kita sa nakaraan, ngunit sumama ka sakin na bumalik sa kasalukuyan.
An Open Letter
Is it the crown that gives power to one?
Is it the blood that flows through his veins?
Power, dear friend, is not something you impose but something you earn.
An Open Letter
The first time we went out, I had to excuse myself and use the toilet for a silent scream. I tried to convince myself that you're just another human being who is also vulnerable to feeling shy or flustered on the first meeting. And yet, you were able to carry yourself so well that my heart settled down with just a few sentences from you. You led the conversation smoothly and gently as if you were seeing through my anxiety.
An Open Letter
As I Bid You Farewell
I once read a poem that said
"It pained me to see that we were stuck in prologue"
We were a story that ended before the first chapter even begins.
We were a seed uprooted from the ground before even having a sip of that first drop of water.
We were lost even before the journey starts.
I asked myself. Do I regret meeting you?
Do I regret having to be promised an oasis in the middle of the desert?
Do I regret having a slim chance of grabbing on a twig before sinking on a quicksand?
I hope that I can bear the pain of pulling my heart out and wiping every mark of you.
I beg for the unlimited supply of bandage to dress the wounds of the battle between my heart and mind.
Let me answer that,
I don't regret meeting you.
Ever since I met you,
I learned to wear make up.
I fixed my self and tried to coordinate my clothes.
While doing that, I learned to love myself
To put more attention to color combinations and most of it, to feeling alive in my own skin.
To my almost,
I bid you a heartfelt...
Farewell.