by JB Nuique
I hate myself at times.
Lost. Wandering. Thinking.
Mostly about love.
I miss you. I do.
Friendship. Feelings. I thank you.
It seems like you've changed.
Did you? Or I just wanted more?
You can't be with me
Because I'm far from you.
You don't know me yet
And I'm not ready for something bittersweet.
Five years from now. Maybe I will.
It's too early to say I love you.
It's too early to say I don't.
But I really really like you
And I'll miss you even if you won't.
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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 14, 2015