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Untitled poem
This is the first poem I've ever written about anyone, for anyone. It's written in the modernist style. And by "the modernist style" I mean "I always thought that poetry was for sissies and girls and that I would never write one for as long as I live because I suck at writing poetry and I never pretended to be a poet in my life but I wrote Alessandro a poem anyway because I love him (Do you hear that, world? I LOVE HIM!!!) and he loved it so screw you, I don't care if you think otherwise."
January 6, 1 am
GMT +8
We sit in the world we created
out of plans for an uncertain future
to talk about sweet nothings
and bulletproof ideas
Under the protection of your gaze, nothing can touch me.
"Mahal kita," you said
and I reach out for you
There are cracks in the sky when my fingertips
miss your face and graze
a cold inhuman surface instead.
* * *
Early evening now, and you're nowhere to be found
(Where are you?)
All I have of our world
is kept in a capsule
hanging between my breasts
from a chain around my neck
to remind myself that maybe it doesn't matter
that I can't hold your hand
that I only have your words
and my blind faith
to ease my unfounded fears.
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