by JB Nuique
To me, nights were never older
And like the deep blue sea, it's colder.
I've been watching her since forever,
Making wine bottle as my brother.
I cannot hate myself for losing her
When I can see her in the arms of another.
I was numb back then and after.
But I'm not sorry for myself either.
Yet, I'm acquainted with some beer
And it's bottles that happily shatter.
I cry for help. And I cry for her.
But she's gone and can hear, never.
I blame myself, no. Not ever.
But, oh! I am such a bummer.
I wish my heart to become lighter.
It's all mine that we're not together.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
J.B. Nuique, aka Giudellius, is a Cebuano-speaking Negrense from the Philippines. She is an August Virgo, an artist and an ink drinker. She loves sunsets, coffee and chocolate cake. She likes rom-com films and other films with women as the main character. Other than poetry, she is writing novels about the women in her fictional country of Simetra. Her Judenne Waters, where she posted most of her works during the pandemic, is on hiatus.
Last updated December 10, 2015