I was never made of marble,
not the kind that stands untouched in sun-lit halls.
I bruise easy, but I stay—
even when it’s easier to fall.
You said my eyes were galaxies—
like they held a thousand storms and stars.
But I’ve spent years dimming them down,
so no one would call them too much.
You said my voice could command kingdoms,
that if you ever ruled, you’d bow to me as your queen.
But I’ve never wanted power, Just peace,
and someone who sees me without needing me to shine.
You said my words were weapons,
sharp enough to draw blood.
But all I’ve ever wanted is to build, to cradle,
to breathe softness into broken things.
You wanted a fighter—
someone wild, loud, all-in for love.
But I’ve always fought quieter wars.
No fists. Just staying. Just choosing.
Even when it hurts.
And then you called me fragile like it’s a flaw.
While I loved with all my heart,
even when yours held coldness and spite.
And if that’s not a fight,
then you’ve never really been to a war.
BINABASA MO ANG
From my heart to yours
PoetryIn a world that mistook vulnerability for weakness, she wore her ruin like a crown-each crack in her spirit gleaming like gold, each scar a testament to battles survived, not lost. She didn't love softly-no, she loved like a storm: wild, relentless...
