Hanggang jakol ko na lang maiisip ang katawan mong halos sambahin ko na. Hanggang jakol ko na lang makikita ang mapungay na mata mo, tenga na handang makinig sa mga kabullshitan ng buhay ko, at mga labi

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Let the season fill the air with colorful and meaningful vibes! Greet someone today! Happy Holidays!

You are not the person inside the coffin it's them inside your flesh. Those flowers are not meant for you it's for their eyes Those tears are not meant for you it's for the memories you left them. Those

There are so many possibilities I could think of that would benefit the both of us without this having to happen. Like the way we should've spent our nights fighting over these tiny sheets instead of

When will we be free? If we are being forged in a world of lies and insecurity, if we are scared to acknowledge the truth in every scenery? When will be free? If we keep on covering our eyes with the truth

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It was the first time you were about to take off your clothes in front of someone. You were nervous, unsure and naive. You were only seventeen. He needed assurance that you really love him. Surely there

You promised me and those words, out of all the things you've uttered, were the only ones that I've trusted. Back then, I didn't believe much in our love nor did I believe much in you, but you promised.

I saw it coming. I know you did too. Us, together. Us, walking on the same aisle. Us, exchanging vows. It was so clear. For a year or two, we anticipated things would end up beautifully. We saw it coming.

The missing piece we seek to find in other people can't be found in them. It is in us, we have to create it and build our own complete jigsaw puzzle.

I pity you, the man who I will love next, for I am a broken mess. An overused masterpiece. I pity you for you will be my mechanic and tinker all my parts to make my most important part to be able to function

We may not be your kind of ideal relationship and you always remind me that I deserve better. There were days when I wished it was over, and nights where I wanted to make up through kisses and sorry. I

Disclaimer: This post may contain highly sensitive words that may trigger anxiety or depression. Please read at your own risk. JUMP I smile with a cut, Hope for blood to come out, My brain contemplating

I'm so attached with you. I'm so into you. I became vulnerable, you dived my soul. I fed your eyes. I did it more than thrice. Unfortunately, you are wise. You weren't that nice. Days passed Time, attention

The young lost and did not return I have a question with a sigh If you're here, will you still remember those happy moments? Can you remember how we should first get used to the garden of our school How