filipina writer

Eternal Hopeful

I have this long standing belief,

In spite of all previous experiences to the contrary

That love will find me again

Except this time, it will blossom into a garden where now only lies dry soil

And it will be overflowing enough for everyone to get a share and come home with their own love to pass around.

So while I momentarily grieve each broken heart,

I remain steadfast in the hope that the next one will be that kind of love.

You didn’t read how our story ends

Even though it was your hand that wrote it.

Maybe you pictured yourself a hero

and I didn’t need saving.

Maybe you saw yourself kind

and I didn’t need kindness either.

But someday, when you figure out

how to love in earnest,

You’ll open up our book and read til the very end

And know that I never said it was all your fault.