There is always a tinge of
Illogic    In Logic.

Minahal,
Pinaasa,
Binitiwan,
Tinulak,
Bumalik,
Hinabol,
Nahulog,
Nasaktan,
Iniwan.

Mga salitang tinuro sa atin noong kabataan,
Ngayon mga salitang atin iniiwasan.
Minsan ako'y magtatanong,

Anong pagkukulang ko?
Bakit iniwan mo ako?
Saan ako nagkamali?
Paano ko maibabalik?

Hinihintay ko mula sa iyo,
Sabihin **** "Nagkamali ako",
Pero ang nakita ko'y mga luha mo,
Hinihingi ang pagpapatawad ko.

Sana hindi na lang,
Sana wala na lang,
Sana umiwas na lang,
Mga sana na hindi ko pinakinggan,
Ngayon ako'y luhaan.

Pero isang bagay ang hindi ko pinagsisihan,
Ang mga masasayang bagay na ating pinagasamahan,
Mananatili sa puso ko na parang mga litrato,
Lumain man ng panahon ay babalik balikan ko.

Pinasaya,
Pinakilig,
Pinatawa,
Pinangiti.

Why am I here?
To get a job?
To have kids?
To get money?

What comes after that?
When my children leave home
When I retire
When money no longer matters

Do I just rot?
Did my life have any meaning?

I don't want to be like this.
And to be completely honest
Im scared

Scared of the future.

Bakit nga ba
Sa puso ko'y di ka mabura-bura?
Papayag ka ba
Na palitan ko ang isa **** letra?
Hahayaan mo ba
Na tawagin kitang 'sinta'?

He looked into my eyes, deeply, and seldomly blinking. His body was trembling, as if the very earth herself quaked within his veins. He was breathing heavily; the intake shallow, the output, shallower still. His skin was damp from the nerves, of course, not the heat. For it had barely begun. He reached for my hand and held it tightly and a part of me, for but a moment, enjoyed the fact that he needed me. He clung to me with his face pressed against my chest occasionally emitting a quiet moan. Eventually, I felt his wet warmth soak into my shirt. It hurt me, but I didn't make him move. I stayed still and held him until the panic attack was over, until the wet tears dried. This is how I defined my love; how I make love. Acceptance, compassion, guidance, and a friend.

I've been blessed with the curse of loving you.