Haiku #1

Sa'ting dalawa,
isa lang ang mali ko.
Minahal kita.

Bakit?

Umuwi ka nung minsan,
may dalang rosas.
Natuwa ako,
bihira mong gawin yun.

Hindi ka rin nagbabasa,
pero may hawak kang libro.
"The Tragedy of Macbeth"
paborito kong libro.

Pinagluto kita,
halata namang di mo gusto
inubos mo parin,
sumakit tuloy tiyan mo.

Nagpatawa ako,
corny yung joke.
Pero sinakyan mo parin ako,
natawa ako sa sarili ko.

Bakit..
Mahal mo ba ko?

Her...

The way you touch my hand,
how it fits mine so perfectly
as we take that walk together
and laugh at random things..

Or when we cuddle in the sofa,
and watch our favorite movie
and throw popcorn at each other
just for the fun of it..

When the rain pours outside,
you hug me ever so tenderly
and you hum our favorite song
along with the rain's melody..

When you try your best,
to prepare my favorite meal
even though you don't get it right
your smile makes up for everything,,

In all those little things,
I know how you feel..
How much you show your love..
how perfect you can be..

too bad..

I see it in your eyes..
Whenever you look at me so deeply..
I know that who you see..
Is her and never me..

Pluma..

In the absence of the right words to convey our inner most thoughts, we humans find new ways to express ourselves. We create poems, sing songs and paint pictures just to show what we really feel and what we want to say. In each line of a poem, in every melody of a song and in every stroke of a brush lies the scars, the tears, and the sorrow of the insignificant artist. For it is never the maker who is recognized, but the product of the intensity of his emotions and the inspiring beauty that he has created.

Paalam

It's been more than a month. I'm sure we're both aware of it.. Never counting exactly how many days.. But still subconsciously aware.. At least, I am.. I was..

It hurt so much at first.. Like the pain would never end.. I was giving up something that I've gotten used to for so long.. I was ending a huge part of my life..

But it had to be done.. We both knew it.. We both felt it.. It hurt.. But somehow it felt right..

It happened.. It went so fast.. I didn't realize That it was over.. We were over.. I wasn't aware that you had said goodbye.. I don't remember if I said it.. But if I did.. At that moment.. I never completely meant it..

It was hard to live with that decision.. At one moment happy about it.. The next, wanting to go back.. But I stuck with it.. Held my ground.. And moved on..

It was never complete though.. There were always thoughts of you.. Memories, lingering here and there.. It was unavoidable.. I knew they'd come.. But they weren't enough to make me look back..

The 15th.. Almost, but not quite.. A reminder of what we could've been.. What we might've had.. It's sad.. To think of the probable future.. Even more than reminiscing the past.. For there's always this regret that I could never shake off..

It's been long overdue.. My goodbye.. I've been putting it off for so long.. Still holding a part of my past.. Never fully letting go.. For a moment.. I shunned the thoughts.. The memories.. Locked them all up in the darkest regions of my mind.. But they were there.. Though silent and unmoving.. Unearthing them brought back all the emotions.. The happiness.. The pain.. Everything.. But it's time.. To completely be free of this prison I've made for myself.. I've gotten over you..

Overly dramatic? Perhaps.. I won't attempt to defend myself.. Let them think what they want.. I'll let you think what you want.. This was never really for you.. It's for me.. My confession.. My commitment.. ME..

So finally.. For all it's worth.. To your friendship.. A warm hello.. To your love..

goodbye..