To you, love was about multitudes
To me, love was inordinate

“I love you” I would say
“How much” you would ask
-Lang Leav

You like specifics, you like to hear
How much I do, how much I can
But darling, my love is inordinate
I couldn’t quantify, it’s too lavish
Sometimes unconscionable
And multitudes is never enough
If you ever ask me again
I’ll ask you to count the star
On every galaxy
Until you loses track
I’ll ask you to count every grain of sand
On every ocean floor
Until you ran out of numbers
I’ll ask you to listen to my heartbeat
On every second of the day
Until the infinite of infinities ends
And if ever you asked me again
Of how much I love you
That’s my definition of “how much”

***** *** and cigarettes
bad decisions, no regrets.
Painted lips and fingertips
lace, leather, gags and whips.
Cheap motels, steamy nights
sweaty flesh and candlelights.
Pushing limits, breaking rules
naked dips in swimming pools.
Getting high while living low
riding rails, pure white snow.
Playing games & telling lies
the look of lust in lovers eyes.
Rendevouz in seedy places
sloppy kisses, hot embraces.
Ménage à trios, or even four
anything goes behind locked door...
Shots of Jack make it all alright-
just another low life night.

he spots her almost instantly
long black curls blowing with the breeze of each step she takes
her face stern with concern but still impeccably gorgeous
sun kissed skin with a glow that keeps him captivated
lips tainted with a subtle hue of red
he can only imagine his lips against hers
she looks up making eye contact for a brief moment
leaving him breathless
all he can comprehend at the moment are her stunning eyes  
eyes that have the ability to ****** him with each gaze
almond shaped with an entrapped light brown
she was the most alluring women he has ever seen
but she will never know of his admiration or thoughts towards her
for she has now left his sights with no trace of continued presence

remind me of what i used to love
remind me that i still do
remind me that i always will
your fingerprints
forever on my ribs
residing in the place between
hurt and comfort

remind me that you don't
remind me that i'm no longer
part of you
remind me that i never was
that you were never ready
that i was never meant for the long run

(i am terrified of living in
your memories as someone
you learned to hate
that what you choose to keep
fuels the fire of why you left)

A land of false hopes and dreams
A land where nothing is at it seems
A place where people are blinded by the truth
A place where you get tricked
A place you'll be sick
A place where you are lost
A place where you are found
Welcome to this great city
A city that is hopeless
A city that will rise
A city where your heart sets ablaze
A place where you'll get amazed
A city where everything is bound to happen
A city where you seek your purpose
Manila, a city called Manila.