My arms
are created
to support you,
not to push you away.

These hands
are meant to hold yours;
not to slap your face
nor break your heart.

My fingers
are made
to fill the gap
between your fingers;
not for touching
the parts you don't like.

I like how the wind bristles against your fur
I know it whenever you purr
Your tiny paws are adorable
You're cute even if you get in trouble

I'm excited to go home that night
I expected you'll be there,
waiting for me at the door

You're not the type who smiles
You're not the type that greets "hello, hooman"
But I love you so much

I fill your bowl with treats
hoping you would come back
I leave the door latch open
just in case you go back

My room
is now silent and dark
Nightly, I wept
I can't help but sob,
knowing you're gone

I miss you
Come home

You will soon realize
that there are more people
willing to use their hands
to undress you
but only a few
would reach out
their hand
to hold yours.

You will see
how many fingers
would want
to touch you
than entwine their fingers
with yours.

Being wounded deep,
it may leave a blemish
that serves as a reminder
for the times of vulnerability.

Have you ever wondered why
there’s hardly any remnant left
to remind you of happiness?

Scars may have been a proof of sadness.
For some, it’s a prompt of pain.

Remember this:
Your happiness does not need any scarring
but it will always be embedded in your memory.

Your happiness is intangible
yet it brings a sensation
that can be felt through the heart.

Am I mute?
I am lost for words
without the ability
to utter why.

I am feeling empty.

Am I deaf?
I am struggling
to find my inner peace,
that my ears hurt
from the silence.

Am I blind?
My eyes are wet
from crying.
My emotions are the reason
why I am drowning.

Am I crippled?
I tried to raise my hand
but it trembles.

I desperately need some help

Am I dead?
My chest heaves
and my lungs burn.
I struggled to find
some air.

*It is hard for me
to breathe anymore.

I just met my Prince Charming.
He walked towards me
until he's an inch closer
that I can hear him breathing.

He kissed my lips...

but not in a romantic way.

I thought it was going to be
subtle and sweet.
I thought it will be the same
as what I've seen in the movies
when I was a kid.

Unlike the fairy and the animals
who helped in dressing up Cinderella,
my Prince Charming helped me undress.
I wore my best outfit
to impress him
but he chose to tear it down.
Stripped, as he wanted to see me bare.

He ran his fingers on my skin.
He touched me in different parts
that I didn't even want.
He held me too tight
that makes it harder to breathe.

My Prince left me
on the curbside, naked.
He went away quickly
that he did not even bother
to say goodbye.

Would it be better if I stayed in the castle?

The room is filled with fumes

My lips can't kiss yours
but it smooch
the cig's ****
as I huff and puff;
I can almost finish
this pack.

Let me go back
to feeling
the heat of your body.
Do not let me
get burned
by the flames
of my cigarette.

Our steamy nights
turned to
smoking time alone.

I don't use
my mouth on you
anymore.
I blow
circles of smoke
instead.

Ang alak na ito ang magiging dahilan
kung paano kita malilimutan,
kahit sandali.
Sa alak na ito
ibubuhos ko ang bawat luha
na hindi ko na maiiyak.

Naalala ko pa
kung paano naglapat
ang mga labi natin sa isa’t isa.
Tulad ng kung pa'no
dumampi ang labi ko
sa bibig ng boteng hawak ko ngayon.
Bawat halik ay mapait
ngunit 'di kasing pait ng beer
na madalas kong inumin.

"Isa pang bote diyan!"
Meron pa bang mas malamig
sa pagtrato mo sa'kin?

Lasing na ako.
Lango na ako
sa pagmamahal ko sayo.
Nilunod ko na ang sarili sa alak,
ngunit ang puso ko
ay parang walang balak
na bumitaw sa'yo.

We can pretend we didn’t smile at each other
Pretend that you didn't stare at me
and I will pretend that my cheeks didn't blush.

Will it be hard to try?

We can pretend we didn’t almost happen
That our encounter is just a big lie
We can pretend that our friends
didn’t try to set us up
Let's pretend that we didn't like it
and I am not your type.

Will you go home and cry?

We can pretend the kisses were unpassionate
Pretend that we didn't cuddle
and my bed was empty the morning after

Will you hug your pillow tight?

We can pretend you didn't reach for my hand
I will pretend that I did not let you
entwine your fingers with mine
We can pretend we feel empty
That a spark did not even felt

We can pretend it's all in our heads
Let's just pretend we never met

Say it's going to be okay
Pretending to feel better

Love me, not because I can make you smile.
Love me, not because you laugh at my jokes.
Love me, not because you think I am fun.
Love me, not because you enjoyed being with me.
I am not the one who would keep you out of boredom.

Love me, not because you enjoyed my kisses.
Love me, not because I know how to touch.
Love me, not because you like being cuddled.
Love me, not because you have someone to hug.
Love me, not because I keep you company.
It is not love-making whenever we lie on your bed.

Love me, not because I am pretty or adorable.
Love me, not because you think I am perfect.
Darling, you have to love my flaws and my weaknesses too.

**Dare to love me because you have no other reason but to love.

I love you
   love you
             you

As the time went by,
I forgot to love myself

I love you
I love
I*

But when things ended between us
I have learned to appreciate
and love myself more

You don’t have to be lonely
I will kiss your sadness away

Let me soothe your senses
Relax and take a deep breath

I will gently caress your soul
and slowly touch your heart

Does that make you feel good?

What do you think
if I say,
“I want to explore you.”

I see you nod your head.

Now, let me take a peek
of your views
Then I will give you
an impression
that will last

Do you want me to stop?

I can feel you
urging for more

I will strip down
your worries

Did I say I am good
with persuasion?

I want to bring you pleasure;
I will drive you mad

Let our bodies heat up
as I stroke your desires

We will be sweating out
as we exercise our intellect

Oh, I see
you’re already dripping
with emotions

Are you craving for more?
Let me hear you implore

I want you
to open your mouth
and blow my mind

I will eat you
until i’m down
to your core

I surely want
to have a taste
of your aspirations

I can hear you breathing heavily
as I push my ideas
in and out of your mind

I will go deep
into your thoughts
until you moan
with satisfaction
—–

**Yes, babe—
I will penetrate your thoughts
And I will **** your brains out

My lips would roam
not only on your lips
but down to your neck
and your thighs.

Will you blame me
for missing the times
I get to kiss you?

My dear,
I'm a mess
but I miss you.

Feeling unhappy;
that I'm not good enough
Unconvinced and in despair,
Disbelief in my own
act and decisions

I am doing the best I could
to meet the expectations;
thus I am frustrated

Why am I putting
a lot of pressure on myself
just to seek attention?

I am trying hard
until gratified
Why am I still unfulfilled?

In fact, I am scared
I fear that I may fail
and may not reach satisfaction

It feeds my self-doubt
perhaps I am good-for-nothing

You don’t have to rush
Just stay in bed and hush

Don't let this pass
and enjoy the moment
while it last

I like stroking your hair
while kissing your lips
I want you to feel inspired
while I make you perspire

Touching your *****
as I go down to the bottom
No need to go fast,
you already missed the bus

My fingers would roam
and it will surely make you moan
My mouth can give you
a great sensation,
as my tongue provides
a good vibration

The clock is ticking
but I'll keep on licking
the gap between thighs

Your nails will sink beneath my skin
as you feel the wetness from within

Him:* Do you still think of me?
Her: Back then, yes.
In fact, all the time.
But not now, not always.

Him: I still think of you.
Her: Do you think of me
because you miss me?
Or did you miss me
just because you remembered me?

It’s the same thought but different feelings.

You wanted to hold me
but you can’t.

You’re like my version of Edward Scissorhands.

Everytime you try to hold me,
your blades get in the way.

I bled.

My hands were wounded deep.
That’s what I got
for trying to cling onto you.

I didn't mind the damage.
I thought I was numb enough
to hold on to you
but I was just hurting myself.

You’re scared.

Not because you inflict pain to others.
You’re afraid to see
how people bled for you


and that’s what hurts you too.

You didn't choose me.

I could fill the spaces between your fingers.
I could be the one
you can talk to on the phone--
from dusk to dawn.
My shoulders are ready for you to cry on.

I could have given you everything.
I could have given you the love you deserve

Maybe I wasn't the one for you.
That even if I muster the feelings
you wouldn't have the same for me.

I thought to myself,
"I am undeserving."
I hate the feeling that I am just an option
you have not selected.

It hurts
how you think
I'm not the one for you.

For my eyes, you were the only one.
You would never have to question my loyalty
You didn’t even give me a chance.

I guess you never will know.
You missed out.
But thank you for not choosing me.

I realized,
it's not you
I deserve.
I've learned
the one
that needs love
the most


isn't you,
but myself.

Witness me in full bloom;
I am a flower
about to blossom.
I possess an alluring scent
to capture your attention.

Other than that,
I am just a fragile floweret
that you used
as a wreath.

I was a stupid bud
to think that
I am the only flower
in your garden;


yet you chose to hung me up.

Falling in love
resembles a concoction
of emotions

Isn't it very easy
to let yourself fall?

What makes it hard
is knowing that
someone
extends their arm
to catch you

I fell hard

It was a fast drop
that I haven't even
given myself
a chance to get ready

I fell and shattered
into smaller fragments

I was destroyed
but I am the one
who said sorry

My apology
must have been
a good remedy
to glue myself
back together