Lights on, and off.
Day, and night.
The eyes like white spaces,
But can be mesmerized with darkness.
As a kid I’d sometimes end up sneaking in the bright-less night
Craving for some cold sweet dessert in a freezing box with light
Opening my fridge door, seeing a familiar red container
I got myself a spoon and cup, unable to wait any longer
Here I am on the counter, sighing in relief
That my craving for some Ice cream will be satisfied as I’ve wished
But I opened it and cold steam rose to hit my face
I’ll exaggerate but I had some tears out of full distaste
Like most Filipino kids, we’d expect a nice sweet dish
But end up shoving it back in the box, after finding out that it was just fish.
I’ve known myself for having distaste for them.
Yet here I am, being hypocritical again.
Because I lied about what I feel;
I lied out of pressure.
I told you I liked you back,
And I did but not for long.
I find it hard to tell you the truth
Because you seem to have fallen deeply
Into your feelings
That cannot be returned
The way you want it to be.