Not even five minutes in, my sweat started dripping. People started fanning themselves. Some even have portable electric fans to save the day. No one is fresh-looking. No one looks like they got out of the shower at 7 in the morning. Not a living soul.
What do you do when someone says I love you.
Do you love them back?
I lost three people that day
Three parts of me
Two well I guess three I’ll never see
not sure if I’m falling
just in case I tighten my grip
in the past I’ve fallen harder
but at that time I was just living
I no longer feel any romantic excitement whenever I see you.
The joy was replaced with pain
The laughter was no longer heard
Does that mean I no longer love you?
I am your time that is up
Your story that’s come to an end
Your regrets and words unsaid.
Your what ifs and maybes.
Your whys and cries.
Your hows and tries.
Your breaking point and last stand.
Your surrender and longest slumber.
Mama, paano na ako?
tila bulag sa aking buong pagkatao,
Papa, hindi po,
kailanman ako’y hindi nagloko,
maawat man lang sa mga katagang nakaloloko,
hindi lahat ng kamalian ay kabilang ako.
The wanderer moves on,
Leaving behind the burnt up logs
Few morsels of uneaten tasteless food
I’m not sorry that I’m not sexually experienced, I made this choice to wait and I’m happy with that. I’m sorry that you believe for you to have a relationship with a woman she needs to be sexually experienced.
I write
As night begins to dance to
An uncannily serene tune
A trickle of water somewhere
