When will I see the sparkle in your eyes again?

All this time, I thought I was writing for you, when I’ve been writing for myself all along. All this time, I thought we’d meet again in our favorite church, exchanging our gazes and look-aways when we both see each other’s stares. Perhaps, I was just wishing for you to smile at me under the…

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Sometimes, I look at the mirror and ask myself,

“What’s wrong with me?” Surely, I am aware of the fact that I am flawed but there’s still an answer I’ve been searching for a long time. How come society is too cruel for us who just want to be ourselves? There’s this standard that we always aim to achieve to meet everyone’s satisfaction. I…

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Forgetting has never been an easy task.

I can’t even count the times I lied to myself that I have moved on from the fact that you were the subject of my poems for years. Though it hurts thinking that I have spent those leisure moments of mine thinking about metaphors that fit you perfectly, still I can’t elude the feeling of…

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It’s okay…

…to make your Facebook profile private — it’s hard to thank people falsely praising you. It’s okay to put your earphones on even if your music isn’t playing. You’re tired of giving attention and want to pretend you don’t hear them. It’s okay to post or share sad content. Do whatever you want with your…

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One day,

a time will come where you feel like you wanted to have a break at some point. It will come, perhaps, with the memories you longed ages ago — and it will feel real than the moment you wished for it. It will feel painful but it won’t cause a heartbreak. It will feel destructive…

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I would gladly accept…

…when I see you with someone that was never named like me. I won’t write about you anymore, and that’s a pinky swear. But, please, don’t you ever visit me again in my dreams because you no longer exist in my memory. You are a past life, a once-upon-a-time but never again, and a ticket…

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Five years of being cursed.

I really don’t know why I was never the exact epitome of your ideals. I was never your ideal. Perhaps, I was never been anyone’s, and that’s just fine. Sometimes, I would poke myself in secret, thinking that it would stop this wicked connection I feel every time we meet. Was it even a connection…

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Still, I owe it to the demons of my life.

You do not understand life in just a blink of an eye. It takes time, perhaps a forever to never, but it still guarantees you something even if it isn’t the one you expect. However, we couldn’t even know why it needs to be like that. To be harsh, a little bit of manipulative, a…

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