Dreamland

I drink to myself,
tonight.
While the owl's knowledge
kills me, like a knife
slowly inching my throat
Until breath fails
me, again.
I drink to bad memories
of you, and I
Quench the thirst
of my heart, for you
And your cruel game,
you did not make me play.

Confession

I do not know how to give
a little, I only know all.
Sometimes I forget that
you want just a little,
not none, which worries me.
Is it that you don't want all
for the two of us? Or maybe
you want us be just that--
a little. Is it a sin
to give all in one go?
Or is it the other way
around?

Missing M

Lucky they are, who
see you smile everyday,
talk to you, see you.
I envy those who eat meals
with you, everyday,
they just don't know
what they have. With you
all the things seem
a little better, with you,
the world is lovelier.
I'm jealous of the people
who you pass by in the street,
daily, everyday they see how
well you have been made.
I envy those who laugh,
with you,
they will never know
more happiness.

A Guy in the Dark Room

In a dark room, a guy
lying in his bed
while the world moves
past him. He tries
to smile and think
but no good memories come.

He is engulfed, in
silent outrage by emotions
he must, want to keep.

Sadness lingers in the room
like darkness lingers
in the night, as everyone sleeps,
He is awake hoping the phone would ring.

Ode to Infidelity

You smear an honest lover
in the face, with salty water,
cold and unwanted.
Where the memories use to shine
Like the sun, you strike
With dark stealth
even the moon cannot illuminate.
You entangle Unguarded hearts
with misery, and leave
Until you're ready to strike again.

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M and R

R is in love with M. That is for sure.M has always been interesting for R. He has a way of not caring while loving, the very quality that captured the heart of R and same quality that drives R crazy most of the time. R is in love.R was happy when M asked him to go out one night and catch a movie. The two went out and enjoyed the movie. Somewhere between the laughable film and the almost empty theater sat R thinking of how nice it was to feel the warmth of M's hand. As M got acquainted with the movie, R was capturing the rare moment in his head, hoping to relive it long after the movie. The simplicity of the moment was intoxicating for R. He was very happy.The film was through and they both went out of the theater. On their way out of the mall, R noticed M trying to get a glimpse of a guy. M wanted for R to see the guy. M had a crush on the guy. R got jealous and mad at M for not thinking of R first. R did not understand M. M did not understand R.M was hurt and wanted to just go home. He walked fast, not talking to R, and R tried keeping up with his pace. Every silent step they took broke R's heart a little.M jumped on a bus home leaving R behind. His heart was weeping. R took the longest walk of his life to his ride. His heart racing and broken.While R was walking alone, his face exposed a sadness like no other. He took slow and dragging steps. He kept on looking back hoping M would be there following him. M was not there. His head was held low.

Dear Universe

I have had a bad day.

Not your regular I-was-late-for-work-and-everything-went-wrong kind of day. More like I-don't understand-people-anymore-and-sometimes-I-just-don't-know-what's-wrong-with-me type.

Maybe there is nothing wrong with me. Maybe there is something wrong with you. Universe, please unconspire yourself against me. I know I've been good. Why are you hurting me? Am I this despicable? Am I that boring?

You and I had some fun times in our days. Why are you doing this?

Please feel free to shoot me(.) a note.

Thanks!

Too Much of Me, Too Much for You

When you've had too much
of me, too much for you,
You swear, wordlessly
and give me the beating
of the heart, where it matters.
You take the blanks
and fill them with pain
like words on paper, only
lifeless and motionless.
I breathe heavily, the words,
although not there, take
the air out of me. It is not
all about me, too much for you.
It is about you, not seeing me
as enough for you.
I would dare not speak for
words are not there. Words
have left me with longing
for when I was not too much,
just enough for you. Did you
forget about me? being
just the type to never get
too much of you, too much
for me?

I know

I'm breaking apart without you.

I feel like I'm slowly dying while we're away from each other. This might be good for us, I know. This might make us stronger, I know.

But why does it feel so wrong inside?

The hardest part of not being with you is trying to hide how much I miss you. I want you to be free, do the things you want to do by yourself. I don't want to make you unhappy in any way. I'm keeping all that I feel inside to myself for now. I will give you room.

Because I love you. Because I love you so much.

Don't worry about me. I'll be hiding the tears the best that I could. So that you won't see me sad. So that you won't feel obliged. I am not your responsibility.

I will get over this feeling. I am just very empty right now.

I miss you very much. It kills me thinking of how long before I can look into your eyes again. But I'll be fine. I will show you I can do it. I die everytime I think about all the hours I need to spend without you. But I cannot show it to you. Cause I don't wanna lose you.

Because I love you. Because I love you so much.

I will keep the pain in and let my soul weep. So that no one knows. So that you don't know.

How much I want to be in your arms right now, how much I miss kissing your lips, and how much I want to just stare at your face and marvel at your beauty. I will keep it all in, for now. Because somewhere in your heart, I know you love me.

I know you love me.