From summer’s midday air,
to winter’s evening breeze,
it may be bound to happen,
we know, but
was it something inevitable,
like any other
seasons of the year,

or was letting the stars
slip off our fingertips—
a decision you chose
instead of keeping your promise?




I am finally beginning to see the things I was blinded about when I loved you.


We were each other’s poison
a love so incomprehensible
it struck us like a venom,

You had to get your way out of death
while I cling to it—
cradled like a child in its dying breath.

More Than Words

I just cannot seem to, every time I try to write and find the words to articulate the extent of my love for him, and how painful it was to let him go.

But then somehow I came to realize, these feelings need not words and need not explaining after all, for I know that no matter what—we may drift far from each other as time unfolds—he will always occupy a special place in my heart, and my soul will never forget how it was to be touched by his love that was once so joyful and pure.

And that sure is enough, more than any words could do.

This is me, finally forgiving and freeing myself from the chains of any memory and heartache that may hold me back from healing and moving forward every day, and to hoping that I will find peace and comfort in my own journey.

Muffled Harmony

You speak to me
as bright as winter’s glow
catching each breath of snow
I take in dearly;

You speak to me
as though the sun had set
for the stars to shine free,
as though rainbow’s end
weren’t fantasy;

You speak to me
like how chains clink
off of prisoner’s wrist,
leaving marks of sentence
but none of his regrets;

You speak to me
like those of artworks in a gallery
an incomprehensible picture
none ever understood
but you and me;

You spoke
like nobody ever did,
and with those mem’ries I’ll keep
’til tremors of thunder
no longer
muffled our harmony.



My hands held tight of the pen, afraid it might slip from trembling,
I saw no more than blurred scribbles on a sheet of paper
as the tears gather in the rim of my eyes, but they won’t fall, no—
not until this farewell I’m writing
reaches your heart,
and feel it change nothing of our fate
I once thought I’m capable of changing.