the endless anguish of a lonely heart

i am tired. i am tired of feeling the same pain: the same frustration, the same loneliness, the same helplessness. i am tired of overthinking why i wasn’t, am not, cannot, have never been enough. i am tired of being only needed because i am convenient, of only being appreciated because i am a resolution,... Continue Reading →

i wanted to write about you

i wanted to write about you, about us-- the perfect piece of literature, unblemished of all the dullness and banality, something worthy of what we were, what we had been-- but i couldn't find the sparks of life and love that would bring the novelty of this piece into the world.

you are my ghost

you are the Spanish song that stands out in my English playlist, the only of its kind, the one that keeps playing in my head. you are the cup of coffee that i wake up to, whose scent excites me, whose warmth stirs me. you are the bar of dark chocolate i crave whose bitterness... Continue Reading →

for you,

for you, i thought i was ready to be found, like the missing piece to complete your set. for you, i tore down my defenses, i welcomed the inevitable idea of pain, i broke down my walls, knowing full well i will cry in silence in the days to come. for you, i fell too... Continue Reading →

Whispers

Swings the heart that beats for you as a pendulum of lonely emotions— of pain, of sorrow, of longing, of uncertainty as these lines echo the ever unsure state of love. Flow the tears of regrets that shed for our past as a river of melancholy, rippling with remorse. Breathe the lungs that hurt for... Continue Reading →

I’m Not Trying

I'm not trying to bring back the love we lost; I am not naive to think things are fine. We both lost it, like the savage toss of the ocean waves . . . it washed to the shore, steadily, violently, crushing as it hit the end of its line. I'm not trying to bring... Continue Reading →

An Open Letter to My Ex

Unlike you, I am not good with painting or other forms of graphic arts. The best that I can paint are the words that my flow from both my mind and heart as I smear them across the canvass of my prose and poetry. And this is the portrait of my apology. I am sorry... Continue Reading →

I Thought Wrong

I thought I have healed; I thought that I no longer cared, that I no longer hurt. I thought I have moved on, I thought I no longer am under your spell, that I am free from your power. I thought that I have liberated myself from your embrace; I thought that yours is a... Continue Reading →

You Loved Me, and I Am Sorry

You loved me despite my flaws, beyond my imperfection, undeterred by my obstinacy-- unconditionally. You loved me in the face of adversity, notwithstanding your insecurities, even with oppositions from your friends-- faithfully. You loved me even with my cold treatment, against my discouraging remarks, in contempt of the things you see and hear-- bravely. You... Continue Reading →

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