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Miss Diary �Random thoughts and feelings.�

Para sa sarili ko noon.words x photo: Miss Diary
09/08/2025

Para sa sarili ko noon.

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In poetry, we say: “She held on until her hands bled — not because she was weak, but because she believed love could hea...
09/08/2025

In poetry, we say: “She held on until her hands bled — not because she was weak, but because she believed love could heal.”

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I loved him first — before she knew his laugh, before his eyes learned how to look at someone else like they meant ho...
09/08/2025

I loved him first —
before she knew his laugh,
before his eyes learned how to look at someone else
like they meant home.

I memorized the way he sighed
when the world felt too heavy,
and how he held silence
like it was a language only I could understand.

I loved him when he was still learning
how to be loved.
When his heart was a locked door
and I kept knocking
with poems instead of keys.

She may have him now,
but I loved him first —
in the quiet,
in the chaos,
in the kind of way that never asks to be remembered.

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In poetry, we say:“I was worth the war, but he chose peace elsewhere.”words x photo: Miss Diary
09/08/2025

In poetry, we say:
“I was worth the war, but he chose peace elsewhere.”

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In poetry, we say: “I stitched my heart into every goodbye he never noticed.”words x photo: Miss Diary
09/08/2025

In poetry, we say: “I stitched my heart into every goodbye he never noticed.”

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He made me feel like love was a test I kept failing.Like I was too much and never enough at the same time.But love i...
09/08/2025

He made me feel
like love was a test
I kept failing.

Like I was too much
and never enough
at the same time.

But love isn’t earned —
it’s given.
And I was never the problem.
He just wasn’t ready
to offer it freely.

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He stopped talking to me — not with anger, but with absence.words x photo: Miss Diary
09/08/2025

He stopped talking to me —
not with anger,
but with absence.

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I loved you like a sunrise — bold, blinding, full of promise.I gave you every version of myself: the soft, the fier...
05/08/2025

I loved you
like a sunrise —
bold, blinding,
full of promise.

I gave you
every version of myself:
the soft, the fierce,
the broken, the brave.

You said you wanted love.
I gave you mine
in full color.
But maybe
you only ever wanted grayscale.

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I wrote you a thousand messages and deleted every one. Not because I didn’t mean them — but because I knew you would...
03/08/2025

I wrote you a thousand messages
and deleted every one.
Not because I didn’t mean them —
but because I knew
you wouldn’t read them the way I did.

You’d see desperation.
I’d see devotion.
You’d see chaos.
I’d see care.

So I stayed silent.
And silence became my gift to you.

No more questions.
No more explanations.
Just space.

I hope you fill it
with peace.
With breath.
With something softer
than the love I gave.

Because if I couldn’t be your calm,
maybe I can be your quiet.

I hope my absence
gives you the peace
my love couldn’t.

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My love is still here — not loud, not demanding, just quietly beating from a distance you chose to keep.You don’t l...
03/08/2025

My love is still here —
not loud,
not demanding,
just quietly beating
from a distance
you chose to keep.

You don’t love me anymore.
I know that.
I’ve seen it in your silence,
in the way you stopped asking,
in the way you stopped remembering
the small things
that used to matter.

But my love didn’t vanish
just because yours did.
It stayed.
It lingered.
It whispered your name
in rooms you no longer enter.

I don’t expect you to hear it.
I don’t expect you to feel it.
But it’s here —
soft,
steady,
still yours.

Even from afar.
Even without return.
Even when you’ve forgotten
what it felt like
to be loved by me.

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10/06/2024

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In the ocean of love, I find myself adrift, lost in the waves of emotion that threaten to pull me under. It's a beautifu...
08/01/2024

In the ocean of love, I find myself adrift, lost in the waves of emotion that threaten to pull me under. It's a beautiful tempest, a whirlpool of passion that engulfs my senses. Save me from drowning in this sea of love, where every glance is a current, and every touch is a tidal wave.

Your love is an anchor, a lifeline tossed into the storm, pulling me back from the depths. In your arms, I discover the safety of shores, the sanctuary of calm amid the tumultuous waters. Let your love be my rescue, a steadfast lighthouse guiding me through the darkness, illuminating the path to serenity.

Together, let us navigate these depths, weaving through the tides of affection. Save me from drowning, not in despair, but in the overwhelming embrace of a love so deep that it becomes the very air I breathe beneath the surface of our shared ocean.

words x Cha Re De

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