Let it out little wolf;
You are my nightly kindred howl.
Let me devour it.

Let your howl take flight;
I promise to keep them close,
In hollow delight.

He is your typical athlete: mostly muscle and a little lacking in the brains, but we can still talk about anything.
He is a great listener and an even better storyteller.
I could listen to him ramble about the most random things for hours.
He's a traveled person;
He knows a lot about the world, but
He ***** at Math and Science. 
He won't fit in in STEM. So we both took Political Science.
He could listen to all my rambles about social inequality and radical theories on theology.
He is the most understanding human being you will ever meet. A rare trait to find nowadays.
He is protective.
He is willing to put his neck out for you.
I run to him when I'm in trouble.
He loves our friends with all his heart
I am thankful for that for I love them too.
We have little to no interests together,
We still somehow clicked.
He is my first love.

Yes.

I love him.

I understand
I understand
I understand
Yep, I get it.
Don't worry

Wait, wait,
Why don’t you understand?
Wait, wait,
You’re leaving?
It was a misunderstanding…
Wait, wait,
No…

Why is it always me understanding?

Choose your first spark;
Never deviate into dalliances;
You may lust for a friend,
But remember, you never need them

You reacted in a paroxysmal frenzy of love;
You thought you knew what it meant;
So you declared your hollow infatuation
Based on nothing,
but being a midnight star of solicitation,

But like all stars
There are more like you.

But
Remember when I said, “I love you”
You replied with, “I love you”
Awesome, great, thank you.
I felt, I thought, I knew
That I was important to you

But
When I said, “I love you more”
You replied with, “I love you less than you love me”
At first I thought that it was meant to be a part of our lore
I overlooked the toxicity
To try and find the beauty

But
I will never forget
Every jewel I ever spent
I wanted you to say that you loved me more
Instead, you left me in a pile of gore.
Forget it.

And
I was left all alone.
In the depths of my own thoughts
I felt that I was less than the crone
A fool left in a thousand cuts.
So, I will end it all to impose the end of all buts.

Ang lakas ng ulan
Pero, nandito pa rin ako
Naghihintay.
Ang lakas ng paghampas ng ulan sa aking likod
Pero, nandito pa rin ako
Naghihintay

Ang unang tingin niya sa akin,
Noong pinanganak pa lang ako
Ay hindi tinging na ibinibigay ng nanay
Ang mga mata niya
Punong-puno ng alat na makikita mo lang sa dagat
Dahil, hindi ako parte sa mga balak niya.

Pero, baka dahil lang sa kanyang konsensya
Pumunta siya sa ibang bansa.
Niyuko niya ang kanyang ulo para maitaas ko ang akin.
Binuhos niya ang kanyang pagkatao para ako’y makakain.
Kahit hindi ako parte sa mga balak niya
Minahal pa rin niya, ako.

Kaya, nandito ako, naghihintay.
Sa harap ng libingan ng kanyang nanay.
Ang lakas ng ulan
Pero, nandito pa rin ako
Parang noong
Nandoon siya para sa akin.