Do not fall in love with me, for I am broken, like tiny sharp shards of glass beyond repair. If you come closer, you'll surely cut yourself. Worse, I will enter your bloodstream and damage you from the inside out.

Do not fall in love with me, for I am a mess. My world has been turned upside down. I am lost, wandering to and fro, wondering how to get home.

Do not fall in love with me, for I am fragile. I easily break, for I am still on the process of repair. One wrong move and I'll be worse, and I am afraid I will completely be scrapped and be worthless.

Do not fall in love with me, for I lost my faith in love. I used to believe that love is something beautiful, something to yearn, something to look forward to, but now I am overwhelmed of how it can hurt.

Do not fall in love with me, for I believe that love is nothing but fiction, it only exists in  clichè romance movies and used-to-be cute korean dramas. Love can be real, but not for people like me.

Do not fall in love with me, for I will see you as a threat. I won't easily give my heart, for it has been stolen but returned broken. I will put my walls up and won't let my guard down. I will keep you out, so that you can't hurt me.

Do not fall in love with me, for I will never be good enough for you. You'll see me as someone who is so empty and lacking. I think you can not handle it. You'll be too sorry for me, or too overwhelmed on how to help me to get fixed.

But if you are man enough to try, I will let you. Maybe, just maybe, you are the one that will replace bitterness with joy in my heart. The one who can understand how badly I've been hurt but still can heal. The one who will help me believe in love again, who will make my gloomy eyes shine and believe that love is beautiful, that I am capable of loving and being loved back. The one who will embrace me for everything I am, and will literally embrace me tightly for comfort.

However, You've been warned. Do not fall in love with me.

Sometimes I marvel at how God sees me. What does the Almighty think of me? I mean, I have been told and I am very much secure of the fact that I am valuable in His eyes but I can't help but wonder. I think of myself as a weak person, but I think God thinks otherwise. I think inside me is a warrior waiting to be unleashed, that the battles I have been and continually facing are not coincidences but obstacles I must accomplish. In my quiet times I cry, "Father, I am not that strong and I think I couldn't handle it anymore" but He responds with more challenging situations. Is this how the Lord sees me? I am having a very tough time but I am honoured and I feel more valuable to Him because He sees me as somebody who is strong, and I feel that He trusts and believes in me. May He help me to finish strong.

I feel cold as Ice
I close my eyes,
Tears flowed slowly
And I end up sobbing gently

This feels familiar
The pain, it was similar
Three years ago, a phase in particular
Has made me worse, a mess and peculiar

Alas, I have been through this
Shall I be at peace?
No, for a huge amount of dread
Is what I'm feeling instead

I don't really want to remember
The pain I have felt like in, forever
I have moved on and able to recover
But I feel like I must start over

I feel so helpless,
I have no solace
My poor, fragile heart
Again, broken apart

What shall I do then?
Should I just let my heart be broken?
In my case I'm badly stricken
I guess a huge challenge is what I am given

I must muster the courage
To finish this stage
It is just a rough phase
That I must strongly face

My heart's beating fast
I can't breathe, I don't know why.
I hope it's good news

I am the eldest. I lived years of being the second parent. I always try my best not to show them fear nor cowardice. My family thinks I am strong enough to face anything, but the truth is, I am a weakling. On the other hand, my friends think I am jolly person. They think I am too happy to be sad about anything, that sadness can easily be overpowered by my happy nature. Actually, I am really a jolly person. I am optimistic. But iside me is a wounded version of myself, not wanting to be seen. I am really sad.

It is an everyday struggle to display on the outside the opposite of what's really inside. That's not me. I didn't know pretending can hurt this much. But I'd rather be like that than make people think, or feel bad about me. I am too ashamed to admit it. I'd rather have people think that I'm a happy and a strong person because I know I am, and being weak and sad is just a season that will surely pass.

I woke up and I stare blankly at the ceiling. My body aches as I stretch, I feel heavier each day. My stomach is making funny sounds, I didn't eat properly the day before. I force myself to get up. It's almost 8am. I said my morning prayers and read from where I left of last night.

I made a cup off coffee for myself. Everyone has had breakfast, which is good. I try to avoid conversations as much as possible. I went upstairs and do nothing, until I am called to eat lunch. I eat a little, I still can't stomach food. I helped with the chores. I went upstairs again until it's dark. I put my baby sister to sleep. As I lay down tears flowed from both my eyes. I started to sob and supressed it with my pillows.

I am still not okay. I can't wait to be okay. I am still hurt as if my body is going to collapse and get sick. Until when can I be like this? Everyday I feel I am a useless person, a failure. I feel so small. Why did I even allow myself to be in this kind of situation. Should I give up?

No, I won't. I'll be hurt if I had to, and it's going to be worth it.

Dear Future Boyfriend.

Hi. The last time I wrote you a decent letter was when I was very sad, and I feel the same way today. Don't feel bad that I only write to you on days like these, because I felt like you were my only solace. But I don't want to dwell so much on whatever that causes my pain, I just want to talk about us.

I just wonder how you would be on times like this. Are you going to my house with an ice cream tub to make me feel better? Make sure it has nuts, or it's flavoured mango. Please don't be disappointed if I don't talk to much. I know you're not used to me only giving a slight smile. It's just so hard to talk, because if I do I think my tears would burst like a damaged water pipe. You don't need to do anything, don't force a smile. I know you're sad as well. Your mere presence is enough, you can cry with me if you want.

Are you going to take me out? I would love that. I hate isolation as much as I love it. Ironic as it sounds, but it's the truth. We don't need to splurge money, I just want to breathe and forget the sorrow I'm having even just for a short while. We can go see the sunset by the bay, sing me a song even if you don't sound so good, I'll love it. We can walk the streets our heroes used to walk in. We can appreciate flowers, too bad there are no sunflowers. We can even just sit on the couch at a cafe store, breathing the soothing aroma of coffee. Hold my hand. I need it. We can also have a silent picnic at night, where I can see the stars and appreciate them--you know I love them, don't you? Even better, we can catch one fallin, and as we lay down you might catch a tear fall. Will you hold my face and wipe it gently with your thumb? Will you kiss my forehead to make me feel better?

And as you walk me home are you going to hold both my shoulders and hug me tight. Please don't let go too soon. Your hug means a lot to me. Don't worry If I cry so much, you're the only person I'm comfortable being myself. You're the only person who knows that I can be weak.

I felt better writing this, for I felt love in a figurative way. I missed you. Please come soon--if time permits, of course.

Love,

Your Future Girlfriend.

Here I am, I am here.

Can't you feel me?

Can't you see me?

Here I am, I am here

The pain crashed your bone,

You have broken your stride

But you were never alone,

For I never left your side.

It was a privelege to be there

To held you up and lead you somewhere

I was happy to give you comfort

I was happier to be your support

A happy face is hard to feign

And you are still in great pain

Sadness, is what your eyes show

How would I end your sorrow?

What should I do? I felt so desparate.

And it breaks my heart to realize in this state

No matter what I do, no matter how hard I plead

Will result to nothing for I'm not the one you need.

But still, my dear,

Here I am, I am here

Even if you don't feel like it

Even if you don't see it

Here I am, I'll still be here.

on Writing

The true writer has nothing to say. What counts is the way he says it.
- Alain Robbe-Grillet

Writing is its own reward.
- Henry Miller


Writing will always be one of the things I enjoy doing in my life. No, I don't have a good handwriting nor a talent in producing better adjectives to give a perfect description of my thoughts, my grammar and my punctutions are badly misplaced but still, I write. Writing is like a therapy to me. Ever since I was a little girl I started to keep my own journal. Too bad I lost those precious notebooks where I wrote the day my classmate-slash-crush smiled at me. The day I was bullied because I'm fat. The day my mother gave me some spanking for going to a summer basketball game without her permission. Those are funny memories in my childhood that I transcribed into a "Dear Diary" letter. Letters--the word put a smile on my face. I love writing and receiving letters especially to and from my loved ones. Letters are a medium for us to put into writing those very important words of love that we want to read and read all over again. Too bad technology has advanced so well that a lot of people has forgotten the art of writing a letter but I will never stop writing one, hoping that no one would also stop writing me one.

Writing keeps my sanity. I have a lot of things in my mind that I have to put into writing to keep my brain from short-circuiting.I have a bad memory as well, so writing helps. Regardless of what mode--it can be a writing to remember a formula, a recipe, a heartbreaking letter or a poem for a loved one, I will continue and never tire. I don't care if nobody reads them, as long as I've expressed myself through my pen and paper, the pleasure would always be mine. 

Dear You

Dear You,

I have noticed this past few days that you have been very ill--not the ill where you have to take your pills and be confined in a hospital. It's just that you don't look okay. Don't deny it, I know you. I know you best, and whatever you do to conceal it, I know something's wrong.

You're wearing out, even that tiny spark that keeps you going is fading. What is happening? Where is the person who stands up, and never gives up? What happened to the person who doesn't allow failure to keep you from going? That person, I think, is lost. Your eyes, it cannot lie. They can tell how sad you are. The recent pains in your chest is not just ordinary, they tell something.

I just want to hug you right now, that's the least I can do. I know it's what you wanted anyway. With the warmth of my hug let me assure you that you are not alone. I hope the light in your eyes that signals hope and faith will be seen when you look in the mirror, and by that time I'll be able to see a genuine smile again. I miss you, the real you.

I know that the heartaches of the world has worn you out, because you don't seem to understand them. Keep on fighting, You may feel weak but somebody up there is Strong, and you already know it.

Love,
Yourself

I'm the type of person who could not write in times of sadness and pain. I envy those who can muster the exact words to describe how they feel. I wonder how better you must have felt when you have perfectly transcribed the burden inside you in a prose written on a blank sheet. I wish I could also have that kind of therapy. Unfortunately, It is impossible for me to write in these times. I can only stare in that blank sheet with a pen in my hand, thinking, feeling the pain and bitterness that makes me feel worse because everything is contained inside me, and I could not express nor write it.