they lit their matches
oblivious of the fire
already burning
inside herthey thought she'd turn
into ashes
and disappear
but they didn't notice
the sparking embers
with its hardened tearspeople had been cruel
towards her
she wouldn't have mind
if it didn't mattershe has kept
suppressed
the feelings building
but the blood in her veins
isn't just for nothingshe may have felt
this certain way
for him
but she tucked it inside
her phantom skinyet since she's me
and i is she
where you is he-
all these pronouns have fit to weand so in conclusion
my rage i think
is stronger than my feelings
for you
since i kept it caged
for a very very long time too
BINABASA MO ANG
coffee stains
Poetrythe cracks on this cup still remains, its stains still unwashed.