that mid-afternoon Manila sun burning down through my soul that moment you laid your passionate eyes on me will forever be kept in my heart imbedded in my memory’s gallery with the hope that one day when our paths intertwined again you’d choose me with courage and conviction with love and devotion and not because it is convenient.
the poem speaks highly of how to love yourself – alone, without the need for other people’s approval and love. sometimes, our desire to belong and to be loved is what kept us trapped in an abusive relationship. and i don’t just mean here abusive relationship between a couple. this may surprise you but relationships between and among friends and relatives could be abusive too. it happens normally when one party is the one always giving and understanding.
“you need to control your habit of forgetting to breathe”, “there is a you telling another story of you. Listen to her.” these lines from the poem struck me the most.
Call It Whatever You Want
sarcasm arrogance small insults call it whatever you want intentional or not one thing is sure its meant to hurt you, break you, tear you apart then the worst is yet to come when you finally began to question your self-worth and start believing that it could be true.
sarcasm arrogance small insults bullying at its finest and it happens not only among friends, among classmates among co-workers; but between two people two people who promised to love each other someone is the arrogant bully who when confronted claims to be a victim but refuses to admit to having played the role of a victim.
sarcasm arrogance small insults intentional or not when you start to doubt yourself and it takes you to a darker place walk away before it’s too late.
how many times have you forgotten that you ain’t the story of your past that you ain’t just a mere reflection of what happened. of a narrative once told you ain’t that. never.
i know it feels like dying every day knowing that somewhere out there a story has to be told a reality you’ve long avoided but the world doesn’t end even when your story doesn’t end the way you want it it won’t end. never.
how many times have you convinced yourself to just smile amidst the pain to just breathe when it’s suffocating to walk away gracefully from things and people that don’t contribute to your well being don’t give up. never.
i know you are wiser than your inhibitions you are better than your problems you are stronger when in doubt you are resilient when tested by fate you are tougher when confronted by fear don’t lose your composure don’t quit. never.
take a break if you need to but make sure to come back better and stronger wiser and tougher breathe.
how do i mend my broken heart? my broken mind? my broken promise? my broken hope? for everytime i look at my self in the mirror i can’t help but see the brokenness in me.
that broken piece of me you took away i don’t blame you for that though but i must say i hated you for leaving me just like that.
unannounced.
how dare you not give me the chance the chance every human being deserve the chance to say goodbye the chance to watch you go.
but you went.
unannounced. unnoticed. and i don’t know if i could ever forgive myself or you, or the circumstances sorrounding your departure.
it sucks.
it hurts.
it pains me so damn hard. and i don’t know how to get over it.
it’s true then what they say, no amount of words will find a way of expressing how much you love when its too great too good, too endearing, my dear but i’ll say it the best way my poet heart can anyway
i love you, for many wonderful reasons like when you just look at me with so much admiration how can i not notice the smile in your eyes and the joy on your face, and for that you made me the happiest as always
i love you, for the many times you make me giggle like a little child getting a hand-made doll or the way you charm me with your classic boy-next-door wink oh, how you make me blush, my heart skipping a beat
let me pause by saying, of course i don’t forget, we’ve come a long way, my dear and i swear, the rocky roads and crazy road bumps, we’ve been through were testaments of true love, worthy of one great love tale
above all, my love, its true what they say love knows no boundaries, doesn’t even have an age limit or expiry date, ‘cos trust me when i say, at forty – five, i love you like i used to love you back in the days when we were crazy and young and careless
ours, my dear, is a love written in the stars where the universe conspires and the Gods and Goddesses unite to create a perfect story line, a perfect match, a perfect tale for two imperfect individuals, to love and to hold, ’till death do they part
and so it’s true what they say, no amount of words will find a way of expressing how much you love when its too great too good, too endearing, my dear but maybe not, for a poet like me ‘cos i have a hundred million ways to tell you how much i love you
a perfect streak of love and destiny
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is there anything you can’t seize and hold firmly? you have been shattered you have been splintered over the years over time.
you have dealt with all the traumas and dramas so gracefully that you emerged beautiful and victorious over the years over time.
is there anything you can’t seize and hold firmly? i doubt there will be any for you have kept a beautiful smile amidst pain amidst heartaches over the years over time.
when something ends another begins what happens in between is unknown to many as to your ending and beginning the in between was what made you the woman that you are now.
amidst pain amidst heartaches over the years over time.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty -five and you are sixty – nine no longer capable of arguing over petty trivial matter sitting quietly in our garden by the entrance porch your hand wrap around my shoulder as our minds travel back in time when we were young and restless when our love stood by the ground of endless, pointless debates.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine the kind that speaks highly of a love that survived and weathered all sorts of storms for we know love is as delicate as a morning dew and as fragile as a glass frame hanging by the edge of a wall easily broken easily lost, but we muddled through the best we can a photograph that will scream loudly of our love that survived against all odds.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine wearing our beautiful smiles over our charming wrinkled faces a remembrance that once upon a time there was a young beautiful “me” who fell truly madly deeply in love with the dashing gentleman that is you and that without a doubt were meant to be together from the start even when we both doubted and ignored our overwhelming connection to one another.
so baby please hang on there for i so badly want that photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine.
michnavs 