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Well, it’s over (but it wasn’t easy) June 13, 2008

Posted by Dine Racoma in My Poetry, Young Love.

by Dine Racoma

Let’s accept it–you left me
Alone in the height of everything
After so many days of endless promises
“I’ll be yours, I’ll stay…”

Twas inevitable, I saw it coming
My fault? Maybe, but…
Never mind, it’s foolish
But the fact is, I was alone.

Funny, I cried, would you believe?
I heard the night wind call
As though it were you
The pillow–a sanctuary for tears

‘Twas inviting, so I clung to it
Until sleep took over bringing me peace
Only to bring another lonely day
But why be lonely?

They say life is fun
A bed of roses
Really? I can’t believe it
You’re not here, life is you.

Who are you by the way?
Ah, my lost love, my young dream
Can I ever forget you?
I think so, I’ll try,

But the thoughts of you keep coming
How shall I ever get rid of them?
Often times I entertain them
With childish consent and bitter regrets.

Stupid, I call myself
Why let the memories of a guy overcome you?
I am hurt by my own statement
You’re not the only guy, it’s obvious.

I realize I didn’t love you after all
It was mere infatuation
It’s true
Well, it’s over, but it wasn’t easy!



1. Chato - June 19, 2008

Mommy! 🙂 Is this for me? HAHA. How come you know how it feels? Hmm. “Well, it’s over, but it wasn’t easy!” Yeah, SOON 🙂 Hahaha! I love you Mom! Thanks for always being there to listen to all my rants and “kilig moments” and stories. ‘Cause I know you’ll always understand. 🙂 Love you!

2. Dine Racoma - August 7, 2008

Chato–syempre naman, we feel what each other feels, di ba? and i know! love you, too, so much!

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