Poetry

My Version of Hello

When “hello” feels too foreign, sometimes a poem will do.

Grief doesn’t always leave. It just learns where to sit.

Minsan, ang pinakamapait na puna ay nagmumula sa mga hindi pa rin napapansin.

They say revenge is digging two graves—the second one waits for you.

I wore the life she built, never seeing the cost until it fit me too.

We are the kind of beauty born in danger’s depths. Let’s be kinder to ourselves.

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