ink the unsaid | poetry
I still talk to youin the quiet room—looking at an empty chair. I still listen to your voice in my head—that excitement whenever I am home,that sadness whenever you feel I am not okay,that encouragement whenever I am going through tough times,that reassurance that no matter what happens, you’re there. The voice is so loud …
I always dream small because I don’t think I am capable of dreaming big. I always shut down myself when I think of all the possibilities because I don’t want to be disappointed. Until—you came. You were able to show me how to dream—big enough for me to be excited about what lies ahead. You …
This is why we can’t be together… I know what I want;while you’re still figuring things out It is not just the meeting of the eyes;but I want a meeting of minds. It’s not just conversationsbut a deeper kind of connection;the one that transcends beyond words and silences. I don’t want to play safe or …
Who’s braver? The one who leaves or the one who stays? Every day, I always ask that myself. Am I brave because I was the one who left? Or I could have been braver if I stayed, instead. But when will you draw the line between wanting to leave or wanting to stay? Am I …
You’ve done more than enough. If you think otherwise, then remember how you work hard, day and night, just to provide what they need. Remember how you’ve bent your rules at times just so you can accommodate their happiness. Remember those sleepless nights, the prayer you’ve silently uttered—pleading heaven to spare them from pain. Remember …
DID WE MAKE IT?I wish I had the affirmative answer to that—but unfortunately, we didn’t. Did I regret meeting you?No. I would never regret an experience that once made me who I am today. I always believe that we meet people at a time when we need them the most. And I guess the universe …
Some days,I just want to crawl back in bed.Seek comfort in my pillows,Hide all my pain as I wrap myselfwith my blanket. Some,I feel like I am trying so hardto reach the next step—but I stillfind myself at the same old spot. Other days,I don’t want the sun to shine,because I am not done seeking …
Like how it is in a movie scene, I see every part of you right before me—in slow motion. Your eyes smiling, you laugh heartily, your hands on your left chest—feeling your own heartbeat, almost with abandon—all because you couldn’t contain your happiness. You are a joy to watch.You are a reflection of everything in …
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲; 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. You will remember every failure, heartache, and tears—even the sleepless nights you spent trying your best to understand and accept the inevitable. You will remember seeing yourself on your knees—defeated, afraid, and hopeless because you see the end of the road …
I found the words to say… In every broken penthat bleeds and leaves a mark. In a broken clockthat reminded me—it’s okay to stop. In a broken mirrorthat still reflects the beautyof a broken soul. I found the words to say—in the countless times you lied,in saying your sorry hundred of timesthat it became now …