Letters to You: Prose and Poetry

One time, I was asked: how can it be possible to transmute pain into poetry?
I was stupefied by the question.
But it made me conceive.
How can one write such good poetry out of torment?

I have already found the answer to this question.
By the time of affliction and anguish of my affection,
I knew then that pens and papers are the only release I can ever manage.

I knew then that I cannot hurt back the person who inflicted me such pain.
And that for the life of me, I can just write until I am hurting no more.

To turn the man into a poetry while I am making myself believe that he merits it.

To be a writer of our love until the end of our story.



Letters to You. The downside of things

1:39 A.M

Here I am, wide awake. Awakened by the idea of losing you in the process. At times like this, I only wish to say things I wasn’t able to say when I had a chance. Had I known there wouldn’t be any chance to tell you, I would’ve┬ásaid it. I would’ve told you but my heart was shattered long before I could speak. My heart’s lost to you. I could not believe I am still drawn to you like you never had me broken. This is the downside of things…

when you love and you’re blinded with the idea of love.


Letters to You. Misery

I have never thought that a happy and healthy relationship would have a room for such misery.

Is it some kind of sweet misery?

No. I don’t think so. I think misery is the same with agony in every sense of the word. It’s still sadness.

Do I make you sad?

Yes. And it sucks because most of those times, it’s the thought of you that makes me sad. You don’t have any intention of doing so, but I always miss you so bad, it makes me sad.

This Long Distance Relationship is killing us. I’m willing to take this relationship to a whole new level but it would take more patience and time. I hope you’ll be more kind to me.

Do I have any option? Once it has been said, “There’s no other hand I would rather hold.”

I love you. I thank God for you.


Letters to You. November 11, 2014 / 2


I am writing this again in the midst of my sadness. I am thinking of you again. And you see, I just started this series in my blog and I can’t stop writing. I guess, we can relate this to the fact that I can’t stop thinking about you. That’s mainly the reason. I write about you because I love you. I write about you because I hate you. Right now, I am in love and in hate with you. But you are my totality. This blog is for you.


Letters to You. November 11, 2014

I am not certain how I am going to start this, but I’ll start anyway. I woke up disappointed and unhappy, and I have always been. That’s what I feel whenever I wake up without your messages on my inbox. I always sleep with the hope of waking up to your sweet messages. More than 24 hours, and I didn’t hear from you. I would’ve gone to the police station to report you are missing from me. But I figured out, you are not mine, there’s no reason I will lose you.