unlike snow, you are warm. unlike me, you are perfect.
i want to get close but at the same time i don't. i fear you
i don't want us to be fools. go from everyday talks to being distant and cold. i don't want that.
so ill give back your time because i care about you more than me.
let go of my hand because i care about us more than me.
everything you do. everything you are. is everything i want
you are like snow. i don't get you. therefore, i cover my mouth as if I'm being force-fed.
BINABASA MO ANG
Force-fed
PoetryHer fingers fit together perfectly as if they were a puzzle. Every piece has a place. She feels ectopic. She covers her mouth as if she's being Force-fed.
