No More by Karen Manabat

You should’ve talked to me That one time I needed you to When you could’ve told me anything And I’d have listened anyway It might have hurt less Might have helped anyhow If you didn’t recoil When I reached for your touch You see, I wanted it all Including all you couldn’t give I’d be […]

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Hidden Paints by Karen Manabat

“White,” you said. “Let’s paint it white.” Is it white then?, I wonder The color to describe that night; Calm seventeenth of October. ‘I remember,’ you might say And I’ll tell you, ‘No, you do not’ Not like I do, never this way: Beautiful, until everything but. You picked the brush and added blue “Because […]

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