tell me what it's like
to live a life like yours
tell me what it's like
to hide that remorse
i'm not forcing you at all-
no pressure,
that i assure
but i won't leave you
to rot in the cold
feel free
to shout at me
feel free
to look at me disdainfully
imagine i'm one of those
people who made you feel that way
grimace at me if you'd want
but i'm just here, i'll stay
until the noises on your head
fades away
speak about your troubles
and i'll be your listening ear
know that i don't give advises
but let's you decide instead
and is here
to help things become clear
i won't take away your choices
or your decision
and own opinion
but bare the consequences in mind
because i only speak the truth
that i could find
and i'd trace those lines
on your wrist
or hug you so tight
even when hugging
isn't on my list
so please know
that i'm just here
always beside you
just look at me in the eye
and i'll try
to wither what's blue
BINABASA MO ANG
coffee stains
Poetrythe cracks on this cup still remains, its stains still unwashed.
