For each step
I inhale your presence
Stuck in your sight
I evade with shame

Confused with the signs
which tell your desire
To have me
Or to just be

With each caress
I cry my heart
Not to take advantage
Of your kindness

Built with this bond
a caution and limit
of what I can be
For you

But the toxic seeps in
As I fell hopelessly
I try to stand my ground
Too late

Every aimless try
leads me to an abyss
Not just to be a friend
but more than

Laugh for me,
Laugh for me, please,
Fall for me,
Fall for me, slowly
Call to me,
Call to me, sweetly, like always
Turn your smiling face on mine,
And dazzle me with your eyes,
My name is so pretty from your lips,
No matter how you say it.

Oh, why do I stoop to begging?
To crying, to sighing?
I always despised it before, still
Oh, why do I stoop to languish?
I’m no princess in need of saving,
I don’t even need your love,
Could live without you fine,
But My Heart won’t listen!

You are still so great in my eyes.

I look on you, and can’t take it.
I’m sure there must be something wrong with me.
That I am less, less than you deserve,
Or would even consider.

But the truth is
I know you see me, and think me beautiful,
But,
I am not Great in Your eyes.

I’ll cry today and be patient tomorrow.

“Kaibigan” ang tawag ko sayo.
“Kaibigan” ang turing ko sayo.
Ngunit ang puso ko ay litong-lito.

Iniibig ka paminsan.
Iniibag ka.

You've filled up my heart.
You're brightening my soul.
Even just your smile,
Gives me reason to glow.

You cannot possibly know,
How happy that you make me.
I still can't believe,
That I got to see you that day.

You're voice had my heart soaring.
I just can't get over it.
Everything about you,
Is all so perfect.

Also that you hugged me.
You didn't even have to be asked.
You just came along and did it.
But it was still over too fast.

It did last long,
But nothing's ever enough.
Not when you take account of,
How much I love you and not lust.

I guess you could say,
I lust for you too.
My feelings aren't full of lust though.
It's really all just of love.

Now I feel renewed.
Like you've topped my happiness up.
I can't wait until next time,
Because last time was just great.

I'm playing with fire
The blaze is rising
And I don't know to stand,
Fly,
Or run.
Where do I go from here?

The Nail-biter saw her as his saving grace from a life of lonesome worry
She saw him as a meal ticket and a free ride
He over looked her granny ash
He disregarded her speech impediment
Always holding his tongue when she stumbled on certain words because he loved her and all her imperfections
She had a bullet proof black hole heart and his common sense was stuck in a sound proof cell as they had what seemed to him to be, passionate ***
He worked day and night, coming home with dishpan hands
Saving up to buy her a bouquet of hydrangeas, tulips and baby's breath
She took them and said, "Wow, thank you you're such a good friend"
The Nail-biter left and drove his car into the nearest embankment
She did not attended the funeral, she was too busy having dinner with The man with OCD who didn't have tics but tocks
She knew the routine and loved every second of it

"I'm just not into you"
Pour water on their hearts
Stamp the embers with my shoe
I don't carry matches, a flint, or gasoline
But the sparks fly, anyway

I am not required to love you.
Let's get that straight.
Neither man nor woman
Is obligated to profess
And show their undying love for you,
Just as the sun doesn't revolve around the world,
The world doesn't revolve around you.
A series of acts showing your "kindness"
Is not a contract for a relationship.
The very fact that you have to shout
How you are a "nice guy"
Shows how you aren't;
Kindness doesn't need reassurance.
To be frank,
This whole delusion
Is getting a bit out of hand
(see: the "****** Killer",
a guy so sexually frustated
He killed people
for not giving him the right to get laid).
Maybe, hear me out here guys,
it's not because girls only look for "bad guys".
Maybe we look for soulmates,
Not Good Samaritans with hidden agendas.
This may come off as a shock for some of you,
But all-around goodness isn't equal
to treating girls nicely
Only because you might have a chance.
So if your mating dance
Consists of acting like you're an angel And simultaneously complaining
About the blindness
And insolence of women,
It's high time you should stop.
Put down the fedora while you're at it.
It's become a symbol for gentlemen for you,
But now it's a warning sign for us: "Beware the self-entitling guy!"
Honestly, we cringe every single time.
And darling,
Nice guys always finish last
because they whine
Instead of running.

"Why is this **** man single?"

Why indeed?
He's tall and lean, nice but never mean.
He rolls in dirt yet always seems clean
to me.

Why indeed?
With soft arms that should hold
Only a girl who is beautiful and bold
like me.

So Why indeed?
Hasn't he let me
Tell him how good he looks
in his recessive jeans?

Why indeed?
Isn't he
with me?