consistency

In a sea of a loud crowd

in which I walk through,

I hear the boring footsteps 

from the slouching ones;

gasping heavily for air.

And then, there are groups 

of school girls gossiping,

as they make an insufferable noise

still, they hear everything from everyone.

And a bunch of peculiar words

spoken to be unspoken.

On the other hand are words

fathomed into something to be heard.

Some girls look at me as I walk by,

as they whisper through

their lipglossed lips

and sharp tongues.

Some girls say they stop caring

but, secretly still and 

secretly wanting themselves to be healed.

And then, I think of you

but, they wouldn't know;

they wouldn't know because

I wouldn't show.

And so, I stop walking

and start waiting

for a prize

for waiting so long.

Finally, someone said that

something becomes a habit

because of consistency.

And so, I thought that

I've been consistently 

thinking about you lately.

Even through such noise,

my thought of you is louder.

Love doesn't fade (Dogmatic)

Love doesn't actually fade, it just changes. It changes over time that you can no longer recognize it but, if it's true enough, it will always be there. Loving someone doesn't necessarily mean loving him romantically still. You can love a person with the way he is now and not the way he was before. You can always love someone because of such small reasons; you can say you love him because he's great, or he made you happy, or because he remembered you when your favorite song played on the radio. You can always love a person because he taught you how to love in the first place, or maybe you two had a great time when you were together. You can always love someone in a way that you're just truly thankful to have met him or you're glad that he exists. You can always love someone because he was there when you needed someone the most.

You can always show appreciation with such affection as love. Love doesn't have to be heavy in your heart. Love doesn't have to be a burden. Say you love someone because he loves the same music as you. Say you love someone because he knows you in every little thing you do. Or, say you love someone because he taught you how to be brave, he taught you that you can eventually let go and accept the love that he can only offer you now--the love that says, "thank you for everything." The love that says, "thank you for letting me know you, but I am letting you go now. So, thank you. I love you."

home

I could build you a home if you let me.

I will shelter your heart in the seams of you and I,

Along the sea of my hopes that we will somehow collide.

And, while we're at it I will draw my lips on sand

So that the shore will wash them away and you'll love 

Hearing the waves because they're calling out your name.

And, even though I always wonder what must have been like

To not sleep underneath the blanket of my dreams of us,

I still believe that in my arms is where you truly belong.

Even though I'm always just a muse 

Wishing to be the prize you'll take home with pride;

Shouting to your ma that you have just won in life

While wrapping your arms around me,

Telling me I am the sun that shines in your morning,

The stars that glimmer for you every night,

The sunset and the sunrise you're always

Longing to witness in sight.

Maybe I am what you've always been looking for

And maybe you just don't know.

Maybe you have to figure it out on your own.

Maybe what you need is someone like me

Who'll trace the dots on your backbone

Without causing any damage in your skin.

But, if you want to know,

If you want to see,

Then, just let me in.

Beginnings

If you don't know where to begin, then it's okay.

We could begin talking about our exes

And how we thought they were the one.

We could talk about that person

You were attracted to the other day.

We could begin

Stories

We were made of stories 

we wouldn't tell anybody else.

The history books didn't have 

Our names written in them.

But we were hoping 

to be remembered by people 

that don't even know we exist.

But, we do exist.

We are a breathing story line 

with an unlikely plot twist;

we've given up the moment

we knew we were going well.

We were getting too strong

that nobody could break us,

but us.

So, we did.

We had plenty of chances

as if they were just dust

in our shelves 

of books that were just waiting

to be read, to be held,

to be loved again.

We had an open ending.

One which everybody else

keeps on determining

how it should go,

how it should turn out to be

the best story ever told.

But, no.

And don't tell me that I didn't try.

Because, I've been up for it

every single time. 

And I still don't know why

we've never spoken our apologies.

Or maybe we did 

and I just didn't care.

Because I saw the look in your eyes

and, I swear

they were seeing me but

were seeking something else.

And I never said I'd give up.

I'd never risk losing us. 

But, isn't it that some promises

were made to be broken?

No, it's not just that.

Some things were made to be broken.

Some people were made to be broken,

even the ones we thought would make it.

Let's go back to the beginning,

how I said that we were made of

stories we wouldn't tell anybody else.

But, since I'm telling the truth,

we were made of stories

we were afraid they'd find out.

And, no, the history books didn't

have our names written in them

because we didn't make it.

Isn't it they only sell the 

ones who've succeeded?

Let's go back to our ending,

how I realized that we are no longer

made of untold stories.

We are now made of memories

kept on boxes,

of poems we can no longer 

tell each other

and the rest,

I guess,

that I 

no longer want to remember.