I talk a lot.
Like, a lot, a lot.
Sometimes about myself too much,
Or about random stuff i find funny online. 
Sometimes about the strangers i meet, 
Or the problems of the world,  
and how they affect me,
Almost always,
Sometimes never.
I can be a little selfish at times in a conversation;
I'd be so focused in my own bubble and forget to ask how your day was,
So I'm sorry.
I talk a lot. 
I don't mean to bore you, 
Or burden you with my thoughts, 
Just know, that you make me feel comfortable. 
I talk a lot, I'm sorry, 
But thank you. 
For always listening to me, 
Or at least, pretending to. 
Thank you for letting me vent, 
Or at least, 
Being polite enough to let me. 
Thank you 
For listening. 
It means a lot. 
Like, a lot, a lot. 

how?

i see no trace of tears,
on your cheeks, in your eyes
how do you make it look so easy,
like you didn't cry last night?

you go through your day
with a smile on your face,
making jokes here and there
like you didn't cry last night.

to the girl who conceals it all,
takes it all,
you are strong, and this will pass
tears will stop, one day.

sa limang araw na magkasama tayo,
madalas, naisip ko,
paano kaya kung hawakan ko ang kamay mo?

pupunan kayang kusa ng mga daliri mo
ang puwang sa pagitan ng mga daliri ko?
hindi ka kaya maaasiwa
kung bahagyang mabasa
ng pawis ang palad mo,
pasensya na, kabado lang talaga ako

paano kaya
kung bigla kong hawakan ang kamay mo,
at hilahin ka papunta sa mundo ko?
hahayaan mo kayang sumunod ang mga paa mo--
magpapadala ka kaya
sa bawat yapak na tatahakin ko?

sasamahan mo kaya ako,
dalawa tayong,
magtutuklas, maliligaw, at maliligaw pang lalo
dahil alam mo kung gaano ako ka-hina sa daan,
tutulungan mo kaya akong makarating sa dapat puntahan?

sa limang araw na magkasama tayo,
madalas, naisip ko,
pwede ko kayang hawakan ang kamay mo?
kabado ako,
pero kaya kong maging matapang
para sa'yo.

Constant

i know change is inevitable,
but i wish to find
someone who will stay,
someone constant

imagine;
to have someone constant,
from sunrise until dawn,
through the horrors of the night

to have someone know you;
how you like your coffee,
two sugars and one cream,
exactly

to have someone remember
all your little quirks,
like, how your nose twitches
from laughing so hard

he'll notice
how you eagerly remove
raisins from your bread,
because they're just chocolate wannabe's

he'll remember your rituals;
how you offer short prayers
before the car engine starts,
and when you arrive, finally

or how you hate eating alone,
but loves alone-time,
he'll understand
that you're a contrast of yourself --

contradicting,
sometimes difficult, but
still a garden inside,
a bouquet of emotions --
dying, growing, blooming

he'll embrace your all,
and you will too

i'm sure it's nice
to have someone constant,
and to be someone else's
always.

Today I thought of you

Today my parents suggested I light a pink candle for love.
Then I thought of you;
of your smile,
of how your eyes roll when I tell a joke you refuse to acknowledge funny,
of how you try not to giggle when you actually find them funny,
and of how you make me laugh
oh so effortlessly.
Today my parents told me to follow my dreams.
Then I thought of you;
of how you speak,
of how your eyes light up when you talk about your hobbies,
of how excited you are to share your thoughts,
goals and dreams,
and of how you listen to me when I talk about mine
oh so eagerly.
Today my parents asked me if I have a type.
Then I thought of you;
of how you are... as you;
Of how we share the same views;
at time we disagree,
but we always agree to disagree --
that's kind of our way with things
I thought of how you live your life;
easy, free, yet exciting;
Of how I feel when I'm with you.
Of how you make me feel
happy, safe, and unashamed
to act as I am... as me,
oh so comfortably.
Today I told my parents about you.
Then they thought of me;
of us;
of how we will be;
Then I told them,
there's no "we."
I lit a pink candle for love,
But I wasn't sure why I thought of you.
I followed my dreams,
And I'm thankful you were there to give me courage.
I described my type,
and oddly you fit all of them.
But there's no "we."
Only me,
only you,
walking parallel to each other;
together, 
but not.