Walang Love

See through

i let the stone cold floor wrap me in silence
drenched in sweat yet here i am
weeping through the crystals of broken dreams
quivering with melodic ironies

tomorrow I will still be the same
But i promise myself not to cry again
breaking glasses even though it bleeds
the red stains are worth it because it's me

seeing my reflection through fragments of steel
haven't i noticed,  nothing is real?
crystal, glass or stainless steel
all i know is , one of them cant reflect how i feel.

invigorating yet it's keeping me cold
im feeling everything twice as before
how will i ever forgive myself
for letting you pass through these shelves

pages unturned yet here we are
scattered letters along with scars
made by selfish and reckless deeds
hear this : you will always be the thief.