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We roll on our backs,
feel the lush grasses
beneath the picnic mat
and we laugh, and we laugh
pointing at the sun
then slowly, we turn
for a glance
We roll on our backs,
reach for the bread crumbs
above our heads
and we dream, and we dream
pointing at the trees
then gently, our hands move
for a caress
We roll on our backs,
feel the weight of the silence
stretching
and we sigh, and we sigh
pointing at the clouds
then painfully, our mouths mumble
our goodbyes
But didn't we promise
a better ending?
As we mourned, as we mourned
our past heartbreaks
Yet here we are
aghast at the truth
that we're back, oh we're back
to strangers!
I still love you despite the mess
and I cry, and I cry
until there are no more tears left
I roll on my back,
watch you drift
then you try, then you try
to wish our love dead
-a better ending, katie
20:30
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The cold creeps
into my bed,
crawls into
my night gown,
freezes the heart
stirring from the dead
I shut the visions
forming on the ceiling,
the howling that steal
the music from within me
and think of you—the only
reason I want to remember
the past
You're there, a faint hope
dancing with the trees,
sparkling with the constellations,
leaving me warm
and full of anticipation
-the only reason,
katie
You are neither a battle nor a war I have to win every passing day.
You are my refuge.
You are my home.
(you are everything that makes me want to survive)
............
Hindi ka isang laban na kailangan kong harapin at ipanalo sa bawat araw.
Ikaw ang kanlungan,
ang nag-iisang tahanan.
(ikaw ang bawat dahilan kung bakit nagsusumikap mabuhay)
-katie, 20:27
if i pass away,
my pen will mourn me longer
than my friends will ever do in a lifetime
it will sit cold on my study table,
its own bereavement fester
with the lifeless body buried somewhere
reeking of lost poetry
an ocean of mystery that seems
unsolvable now that the lead vanished
like smoke
it will try to recollect the words
it used to scribble
and the emotions they carry
it will marvel at the depth of the scars
that resonate on the seemingly flawless pieces,
how many times in a day did i survive
the pangs before i decided the culmination
of a barren life
such a tragedy that it could only lie there
thinking of the past as its yearning
to be held burns with the candlestick
-mourn me longer,
katie, 16th of July 2021, 16:45