they tell me
"your body is made up
of sixty percent water,"
and I'll tell them
it's forty percent grief,
it's forty percent all the pieces
that I've collected from those
who left,
forty percent memories full of regret,
forty percent worrying about bad things
that hasn't happened yet,
forty percent wishing second love chances
from my bestfriend,
forty percent taking all that sufferings
so I can start again.
My body is sixty percent water,
but the rest is nothing.
BINABASA MO ANG
Misery, from Grief Lessons
PoetryI didn't know I am misery, until now. And for today, I wake up on the wrong side of me.
