I’m afraid of making poetries by means of portraying you as my subject.
I’m afraid of writing our love story—I don’t want to be the poet
. I’m scared that we might end up not being together.
It’ll freak me out if our love won’t last forever.
They say, take risk of what you can afford to lose.
So I stepped back and refused.
They say, we all have the freedom to choose.
But after all this time, I’m still confused.
I noticed how heart breaking it was, Bidding goodbye to their lover.
Hoping they’ll get over from the past, While having regret of creating a letter.
That’s when I realized not to make a poem
Nor does the content of it ever convey that you’re my home.
That’s when I realized I shoud not make you a poem
Cause I refuse to lose someone I soon imagined to be my groom
But today, I wrote this poetry for you.
I now gain the courage to paint this with hue
My Love, I’m now ready to let you go.
Cause…
Not until I realized, it won’t make love stronger by
avoiding the curse of ink.
Not until I understand life, it took me so long so let this sink…
Love doesn’t depend on letters
So keep bleeding words, dear writers.
Written by: Brookie Rabago
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