Bernadeth Tolentino

You cry and hurt and yet you say you're fine.
I know I'm to blame for every single sigh.
So why am I still here? Why do you hold me close?
Are you worried that I'll wilt, like the single white rose?
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Thank you, for wiping the tears I’ve cried
Thank you, for every dream that made life worthwhile
Thank you, for always being by my side
Thank you for always making me smile
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Blades pushing deeper in
Knife carving letters
Love
Never ending scars within
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Life is such a waste,
When there are no fantasies.
Living on with haste
Without dreaming of who we want to be.
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Every second of the day,
Every night I lie awake.
All I hear is your sweet voice-
Haunting me, I have no choice
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Slowly paint my heart red,
Scribble in between the lines.
Rainbows in the sky ahead
ending where the grass begins.
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Not the first love
nor the second,
maybe not even the third.
But so far, this is the only one that's lasted
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A quiet
glistening
golden
light, shining back at me
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Something I cannot deny, though it
Quirks me,
Understand that
I am unmistakably
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Don't come near me,
I'm not worth the pain.
Please leave me be,
or get soaked with rain.
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Finger tips so close to touching
The chains of hesitation, constantly wrapping.
Covered in scars of broken hearts
Just two people- miles apart.
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A strange feeling tugging me,
yanking me, surrounding me.
A strange feel of need, a want,
of something way too far beyond.
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Longing for that time when
Everything was fine
when the skies were always blue
Just 'cause I was next to you.
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You look so pretty
all dressed in white,
a smile on your face,
only if I
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raindrops
Sliding off its rosy crown.
Facing to the sun; tomorrow
Stem that’s sometimes bending down,
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The laughter of the bright red
roses, thorns that puncture; dreams
staring into night sky
stars all glowing bright, they gleam.
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A grave, shattered and caving in, sits
at the center of the graveyard, waiting.
Waiting with a skull resting in the
dark hole- an ugly, new born
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Letting ink sink on this paper,
Waiting for creative ideas.
Twirling pen between my fingers,
Looking for words that rhyme with 'ideas'.
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Hands cupped around a mouth,
Small hot breaths constantly blowing.
Those close to death have many doubts
While others pass by without even knowing.
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I'm tired of writing
poems that rhyme.

Trying to put words that don't make sense together
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