Isang Daang Tula

His

His

(Dedicated to Kenneth John Sanchez. I wrote this poem a month ago. I was about to give it to him when he ignored me. That broke my heart so I decided to ignore him too but it's too hard, too difficult for me to do it. And now here I am)

How does it feel to be yours?
I don't know the feeling of being yours. I don't know the feeling of being your property. I don't know what to feel knowing that you, my love, is claiming me as yours.

What a perfect concept
I know that, that is not true. That, that day would not come. That, it will only exist in my mind, in my imagination. That, that kind of concept is just a product of my imaginative mind.

It's over now. No, it's already over
It's over. We're over. But how can I say that we're over even though I know in the first place that you and I didn't collide. That the word "we" doesn't really exist

Loving you is my greatest suicide
I know at the beginning that falling for you is just like killing my self slowly. How can a famous man like you, notice a simple person like me?

And now we're already over. I should stop now. This dreaming thing. I don't want to cause any further wounds in my heart. I don't want to hurt my self anymore. Goodbye