poetry, Prose

What I Pray for the Next Love

I wish that the next one who will be standing in front of my doorstep
is someone who deserves all the love that I have been saving
since the day I started wishing for the right one.
Someone who will love me despite the uncertainties,
with no inhibitions and just as intense as the love that I have.
Someone who’s willing to be with me in the long run.
Someone who understands that I am somehow different.
That I am not like the type of girls he once dated.
I am very traditional.
I have rules. I have limitations.
I believe in the concept of waiting.
I believe in taking things slow and not rushing in to love.
Someone who knows my fears.
That I am a little scared, guarded and reserved
because many times I have been taken for granted.

I wish he’ll bring with him a good amount of patience
and the right kind of love.
The love that’s pure and genuine;
The love that knows my imperfections and insecurities
but will embrace it anyway.
The love that will never get tired of hearing my dreams, goals and aspirations
and will support me all the way.
I wish he’s someone I can grow together with and not apart.
someone who’s up for every non-sense talks
and deep conversations.
someone who’s true to his words
for I am so done with all the broken promises.

I pray he’s blessed with honesty and respect.
I pray he’ll definitely be the God-given right one
And I pray he’ll be worthwhile.


Essay, Personal, Prose

The problem with me is that I easily trust. I easily forgive. And often times I don’t hold grudges. Perhaps that is one thing I cannot change about myself. Because that is me. That is who I am.

Betray me and I will still give you second chance.
Do something wrong and I won’t judge
Go against my beliefs and I will still respect
Apologize and without a doubt, I will accept.
Give me thorns and I will still hand you roses
Throw rocks at me still, I will welcome you with wide arms open.
I always see good in people. And it’s hard.
To always believe. To always be the bigger person.

Maybe this a curse.
Sadly, this is my curse.


Anchors are for Ships

“I was born to sail.”

That’s what I always say whenever she’s asking why are we doing this. She is my greatest companion. She’s with me wherever I go. She’s always there no matter how strong waves are and how cold ocean is. With her, I can just sail and sail not wanting more. I can go places, stay and wander if I want to but that was before I sent her away. I sent her away not knowing that she’s the most important part of me. I wish I have known earlier that without her I’d sink. Without her I’d be nothing but a ship slowly sinking deeper and deeper. Now here I am, beneath my beloved ocean, dysfunctional without my anchor.

poetry, Prose

Dear brave heart


(Photo Credits to: Brian Morales)

Dear brave heart,
You made it.
You have fallen in love with the person you truly want .
You chose to take a chance on loving someone without even knowing if he or she was going to love you back.
If he or she was even worth the try.
And eventhough there was no certainty with that, you risked your heart.
You bravely took a shot.
You endured the pain.
You endured all the pain that loving caused you without a word of blame to anyone.
All you wanted was to love and everyone knew that you didn’t deserve to be hurt, still, you accepted.
You accepted all the hurt with arms wide open.

Yes, you cried but you still chose to smile because from the beginning, it was you who wanted it.
It was your decision to fell in love.
And by falling is simply hurting yet you insisted.
And that’s how brave you are.
You took all the courage just to experience love and eventhough love failed you, atleast you tried
And for that, I am proud of you.