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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

a heart just breaks, that's all ...




 For one year, it was quiet.  It was quiet when you have no place to go to like no graves to grieve at.

But then again.  I was the one who unblocked you.  Didn't I?  Last December.  So it was my fault.

Unblocking you meant checking on you from time to time.  Yes, I did that for the last 4 months.  My bad (again).

I guess this Sunday morning was a pretty bad timing.  I wouldn't have seen all that if I didn't unblock you.

All these, you'll never understand, until you loved as much as i did ... 

    and hurt  by that same love as much as you  hurt me.

Pero hIndi mo naman kasalanan kung bakit hanggang ngayon mahal pa rin kita.

Ako lang naman to.

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