and there will be nights
where I am looking at empty ceilings
and cobweb dust
or a make-believe scene–
something like fantasy,
and waking up from this daydream-like nightmare
is a must.
but all i had are nights that left me thinking
of two paths of two possible endings–
to feel the feeling of feeling empty
or to warmth myself with foolish longing.
BINABASA MO ANG
blue valentine
PoetryThis is for the love I have found in between clouds of smoke, behind bathroom doors, and every waking at midnight hour - blue valentine. (2023)
