If you ask me how I'm doing, I'll tell you I'm
fine, because that's easier than explaining
the truth. But if you asked me honestly,
If you asked me past the surface,
I'd tell you that I feel like I'm coming apart
in quiet ways no one notices.
I don't recognize who I am anymore, and I
feel so lost that even my faith feels distant,
Like I've wandered too far to be found.
Some days it feels like pieces of me are
slipping away,
Little by little,
And I'm watching it happen without
knowing how to stop it.
I'm still here,
Still breathing,
But inside it feels like I'm slowly
disappearing.
BINABASA MO ANG
Pretty enough to hurt
PoetryI loved him like a prayer. He loved me like a lesson. In this deeply impactful collocation, I unravel the raw truth of loving someone who only breaks your scars apart. Each page of poetry follows my journey from obsession to heartbreak, from yearnin...
