Lavender Pen

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑬… I hear you.I remember your cries,your silence,your aching… Who doesn’t?When I carried them all. I no longer bendfor love that demands pain as proof.No longer offer my heartto hands that only takes. I cried many times,bend my knees when I could no longercarry the burden of expectations… But despite that—I know …

This?I can name this painlike the back of my hand. This is me—dying… Heartaches have become a habit.Failures feel so familiar.Relationships breaking all over again,that I grow tired of picking up the pieces. I no longer waitfor my breath to hold steadynor my heart to even whisper a plea—because silence has becomethe only rhythm I …

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒕,𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. Every time I asked where we were going,you offered me a map—with no destination,no roads, no light. Your eyes used to blaze like firelight—now they dim like dying stars; cold, distracted, almost gone. You were once full of life beside me,but I watched …

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖…But, I am letting go. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖;For the memories—even the ones that hurt more than they healed. We built something beautiful once,but no fairytale surviveswhen one keeps waking up to the same heartache. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖;For showing me the sides of love I never imagined.For revealing both gentleness and cruelty.For letting me see that even …

“𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂.” A line we often romanticize—as if pain should always come with loving deeply. But why is it always us who must step aside?Why must our love mean suffering in silence, watching them choose joy without us in it? Ganun ba talaga magmahal?Selfless to the point of self-destruction?To be happy for someone …

“Endings can be beautiful too.”They said. But not always…Because sometimes,when the sun sets—it only brings a sense of loss. You hold your breathnot in awe,but in pain. You try to clear your mind,but the weight lingers. You sigh,not out of peace,but of resignation. Sometimes,your heart doesn’t feel full—it just aches with what’s gone. I know …

𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘… Sometimes, it’s not the lie that breaks us—but the truth spoken too harshly,too soon,too carelessly. If everyone always said exactly what they felt,would it really heal more hearts?Or would it just cut deeper? Maybe trust issues don’t comefrom silence or omission alone…Sometimes, it’s the raw honestydelivered without love and compassionthat hurts …

I used to find answersin your eyes.Now, I only findthe questionsI never wanted to ask. What once felt likea place of certainty,now blurs every lineI’ve drawn to protect myself. I look at youand suddenly—my strength falters,my mind spins,and the peaceI fought so hard to buildcrumbles quietly. You used tobe my anchor.Now, that same anchorchains me—holding …

I came from a place of trying—Trying to understandwhat you refuse to say. You held me with a heart so guarded,called it love—but it was wrapped in silence. You warned me not to ask,not to dig too deep,but how could I love someoneI couldn’t even fully reach?Even the surface I couldn’t scratch. You told me …

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅… A lovethat dims your lightjust because it fears yours. A lovethat makes you questioninstead of helping you grow. A lovethat looks at your wounds as flaws to fix—not stories to listen to and understand. A lovethat walks away when the storm hits,choosing shelter over standing beside you. A lovethat turns …