This is how to be Siargao’s biggest ****
Go out on all the dates,
if you can, go every day.
And of course, make them all pay.
Men who served in the American navy?
Yeah, let them call you baby.
Fancy some British?
Sure, become their *****
Guys from Europe?
What you have to do
is give them false hopes.
Some local surfers?
Be a taste of their own medicine,
make them suffer.
Don’t worry,
as much as I won’t be sorry:
Guys from all over the world,
will all get their turn to get hurt.
And guys from the farthest end of this earth,
shall only get my empty words.
Don’t worry.
Because none of these guys will compare,
at the end of the day my heart is yours.
Men from every corner of this round earth,
will never be the subject of my secret poems.
I won’t be sorry.
But yeah, I go out on all the dates,
but I pick up the pen at the end of the day.
I fake my laughter at every dinner table,
then go home and cry until I’m no longer able.
I put on make-up and wear pretty dresses,
while wishing I am in your caresses.
I exchange songs with somebody new,
while painfully and silently singing the blues.
Go out with all of them, but never have ***
rather, go home alone, wait for your beloved’s text.
Go out w/ rich white men, spend their money,
but fall asleep thinking about his eyes,
whose color is those of pools of honey.
So, this is how to become Siargao’s biggest **** and worst lover;
go out on all the dates, make them pay,
cry yourself to sleep at the end of the day,
write poetry for the one you truly love,
when all is said and done, before the night is over.
To be Siargao’s best and biggest ****
be the worst and smallest when you’re
******* in love.
Go out on all the dates, try to forget his face,
as long as you know the price and you’re willing to pay.
So this is how to become this island’s
biggest and also the worst-ever ****
fall madly in love, down to the grass or sand,
fall with your face flat.