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 →

You Were My Coffee

You were my coffee-- some say a luxury, and for me a necessity. You were my coffee, and you were how I wanted it to be: sometimes sweet, sometimes smooth, sometimes dark, sometimes strong. You were my coffee: you kept me all night long, you made my heart race, you kept me warm, you gave... Continue Reading →

Will You Ever Love Me Again

I was a dunce; I was foolish. I always thought you will stay, you will be patient, you will always be mine. I was stupid; I was a joke. I believed my self-made fantasies of us blending in--quietly and unnoticed. And I counted all the things that I did wrong, and there's only one mistake... Continue Reading →

I Almost Forgot

I almost forgot that bittersweet aching of not being able to move on, that feeling of helplessness shrouded with a smile whenever I see you with someone else. I almost forgot that I am trying to forget all these, and I yet, I remember them so vividly.

Waiting for the Rain

I braved the aisle of the unfamiliar grocery store. It wasn’t here when I left five years ago, and it’s all too strange for me. It is an understatement to say that this place is no longer the same. What used to be a small convenience store is now a bar, with people overflowing. I... Continue Reading →

Hemingway

I do not usually go to bars and pubs nor do I drink beer, but tonight was different. I was drenched in tears and heartache. My chest could have exploded from the pain if only it could. I decided to entertain myself and get myself some beer before I head home. I dropped by at... Continue Reading →

I Refuse to Write My Saddest Lines

Tonight, I refuse to write my saddest lines; Think instead of the happy times we have had; for example: The day you caught my eyes as you travelled across my plane of existence, The day your lips first pressed against mine, The day you first told me you love me, The day you first held... Continue Reading →

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