#puwetry

I’m at work.

Listening to gossips at work.

People destroying each other at work.

Laughing with them at work.

Exchanging store-bought smiles at work.

Getting “rich” at work.

Slacking at work.

Missing you at work.

Miserable inside at work.

I’m afraid...

too damn afraid...

to let the whole be broken into pieces,

to paint the white canvass,

to doodle the blank space.

Because it would be a mess...

I am tired

of the calls at 3 am in the morning

crying out for me to

fix you.

No amount of blisters in my hands

nor blood on yours can save you

from yourself. 

Strange silence lingers across

my bones, no skin left to shield me

from your broken promises

that have cut me me like

glass.

I am exhausted.

Over and over you have tried

to stitch up the seams with a

thread-less needle.

Unraveling now

are all that we are

In my castle of ice and stone

sits a heart shaped box, with rusted chains and heavy locks.

Because once upon a time, this glass heart of mine

had been shattered into pieces I could not revive.

So I grew another glass heart, in a box  that contained every part.

I built this castle of ice and stone, freely contented with being alone.

This way my glass heart cannot be be broken. Anyone who dares with die

mga bagay na gustong aminin.

Gusto kong makinig ka,

pero hindi mo nga pala ako kilala.

Sobra akong nasasaktan,

kahit wala akong karapatan.

Sino nga ba ako?

Isang babaeng sa pagkakahulog ay napako.

Gusto kita,

pero hindi mo ko nakikita.

Mahal kita,

pero may mahal kang iba.

Hanggang dito nalang tayo,

Mali, wala nga pa lang 'tayo'.

Sa malayo ako'y nakatayo,

Nakatingin kung paano mo siya sunsuyo.