To Planet Mars
It was seven years and it's been two years since
But after that call you gave me on Christmas Eve,
I allowed myself to look back at the past.
Do you remember those bicycle rides at night, playful boxing, and pillow fights?
Have I thanked you already for putting our name and number on a jersey?
I used to love jeepney rides because you shower kisses on my forehead when you can't talk to me instead.
I wish I knew what was on your mind,
Every time you pinch my nose, which was all the time.
Did you find me pretty then? Because you never told me I'm beautiful.
And you tell me about your crushes and it has always made me feel insecure.
I wish you remember how I loved you so
And how I wanted them to want me too.
But alas, they wanted somebody else for you
And that has made me feel even more insecure.
Do you remember those ferris wheel arguments?
Me—always asking, you—always defending.
Oh, I remember that sickening revelation,
That after all we've fought for, they have won.
You made me think I'm the Sun in your universe,
Why did I end up as one of your two moons?
I hated you, I loathed them
But more than anything, I despised what I became:
Possessive, selfish, jealous and insecure creature!
I realized then that we don't deserve to be in each other's future.
Can't decide where to zoom in,
The beauty of you and me or in the tragic end of our story?
But can you believe it's been two years since?
Oh, I'm done thinking when it all started to go wrong.
Thought I can't, but hey, I can live without you all along.
And after that talk we had on Christmas Eve,
I wrote our story and I felt nothing but relief.