Five Love Letters

Dear number one, you were first to open my heart.
Number two, you were the first to rip it apart.
Three, you were one and two altogether.
Four, you’re handsome and that’s all that mattered.
Number Five, you treat me like a brother.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5… my five love letters

Dear number one, thought, you’d be my one and only.
To number two, you and I were once enemies.
Number three, I was scared to fall in love again.
Number four, you were once a crush of a good friend.
Five, we talk a lot about what matters.
Oh, number one, my love for you had still not faltered.

Number one, you’re perfect, so I liked you,
Number two, our friends would tease me and you.
Number three, we had so many things in common.
Number four, you asked me to solve that math equation.
Number five, stop making that frowning face.
Dear two, our friendship was sadly a waste.

Dear number one, I think of you when I’m alone.
Number two, we texted each other all night long.
Number three, I finally see you’re not my type.
Number four, do you know you have the sweetest smile?
Number five, your questions always challenge me.
Dear number three, it was simply not meant to be.

Dear number one, my best friend liked you, too.
Number two, someone prettier was into you.
Number three, we became really close friends.
Number four, apparently, you already have a girlfriend.
Number five, you hate me messing with your hair.
Dear number four, I’m not the type to share.

Dear number one, does first love never die?
Number two, I wonder what if we only tried.
Dear number three, I have nothing left to say.
Four, I’m not that into you, anyway.
Number five, you leave your trash inside my car.
Oh, number five, you’re so near yet so far.

Dear number one, maybe I’d like you when we meet again.
Dear number two, if we could just go back to being friends.
Dear number three, please stop teasing me.
With number four, who’s in a relationship with somebody.
Dear number five, I’m still figuring things out.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 letters that I will never send out.

A/N: Some of the poems I’ve written are dedicated to these 5 muses. It is up to you to guess which one of them inspire each of the poems I wrote.

Realizations #1

We may be fascinated with tragic love stories. 

With stories people wished would never ever happen to them.  

With stories that would cause the heart to swell.
We may be fascinated with sad love songs. 

With songs that echo heartbreak through its melody 

With songs that we wish were soundtracks of our lives. 
There’s something inexplicably bittersweet about tragedy. 

Like the fascination of darkness, or the absence of light. 

We are designed to crave the absence of something, 

For us to realize the value of nothing



That’s the excuse you made for yourself when words are too difficult to form when the truth would rather sit this out, and courage takes another form.


That’s what I choose  to believe, when words are too difficult to forget, when the truth lurks in the corner, and courage urged me to accept.


That’s how it became with us, when words are no longer spoken when truth chooses to accept, and courage chooses to forget.


Maybe it’s being in a different place and in a different time.
Maybe it’s the wind breeze or the cold weather.
Maybe, it’s being away from home.
Maybe it’s a spur of the moment kind of thing. Maybe it’s you.
Maybe it’s me.
Maybe it’s me being not me. 

Drift Away

Maybe I am the tide that drifts in and out of people’s lives. 

Maybe I am the storm that comes and goes and leaves a mess behind. 

Maybe I am the seasons who embrace change all the time. 

Maybe I am lightning, gone in a flash of a second. 
I am not good at keeping my friends. 

I am not good at keeping in touch. 

Distance is my shield against disappointments

 and my defense mechanism from being taken for granted. 
I’ve always felt so lucky to have you as a friend,

But I see now that our friendship is just born out of convenience. 

So let us slowly drift away like shores to waves. 

Let us slowly sink this ship we used to sail. 

To the person I wished I got to know more

I wish I could deconstruct the geometry of your smile, and trace the constellation of your freckles and get lit up by the twinkle of your eyes. I wish I could write about you in my fondest memory or have known you more than the projection of my artistry. 

I wish we’ve shared more than hellos or more than the knowledge for imminent goodbyes. 

I wish I knew you sooner. 

I wish I knew you longer. 

If only we had more time. 


What’s the story, boy? What’s your hurry?

You wear your heart on your sleeve so I worry

Cupid might sometimes be a little naughty.

You’re target practice, I know that’s not easy. 

What’s your worry, boy?

Why the hurry?

You gave your heart for her to hold

Her hands shaky

Tired of being played by destiny

Don’t settle for hand me downs

Substituted ecstacy
What’s the problem, boy?

What’s your worry?

when hope turns to desolation, 

Love gets sneaky

Maybe it wasn’t just meant to be.

Someday, you’ll find someone,

Just don’t hurry
What’s the story, boy?

What’s your hurry?

It doesn’t take to find a girl to be happy. 

Love will come,

Just sooner for some


You made it perfectly clear to me, that you and I were not meant to be. But a part of me still clings to wishful thinking, that if not today, then maybe someday. 

And while it hasn’t happened yet, I’ll patiently wait. And my feelings for you, I will cultivate. 

For when the moment comes and you are ready, my love has grown into a tree. 

And its roots a strong foundation, and its branches sturdy. 

But if it was never meant to be, you can drive a chainsaw through my heart, to make enough firewood, 

To light up a large fire to burn pent up emotions and unsent love letters.