My mouth
may be as ***** as a sailor's,
but I promise you
my lips
are as sweet as honey.

i take that pill
as a substitute
for ****.

it's not an exact
replica, though.
the effects are

almost completely different.
my drowsiness is more
zombie-like

rather than
playful and
light-hearted.

the high makes
my stomach turn
not growl with hunger.

I don't want to sound
like a cliche hippie,
but I prefer the herb.

I'd be lying if I said I never saw this coming.
I did, I just didn't think it'd get to this point,
that we'd get to this point.

But here I am and there you are.
You see, the two of us aren't even a "we" anymore,
because no combination of you and I
will ever again form that connection,
not after what you did.

I'm truly sorry things had to happen this way,
but I'm not sorry I ever loved you,
because that's not something I'd want to forget.
And I don't think you should forget it either.

I'm sorry you had to make the decision you did,
but I'm not sorry that by the time you'd made up your mind,
I'd already made up mine.

I'm sorry you acted on your feelings
before you knew what they truly were,
but I'm not sorry for that night
and the way we felt about each other.

And lastly, I'm sorry you hurt me.

And I hope that someday,
you're strong enough to admit
that you're sorry too.

Dear car behind me,
I want medium well fries.
Let's sit together

ilang beses ko nga ba sasabihin na
hindi ko na kaya, oo tama ka
sa narinig **** sinambit ko mismo,
tama na, kasi ayoko na.

tama na ang mga patay na oras
na pilit **** kinukuha
hindi namumuhay ni gumagalaw
naroon lang, tulala't naninigas na.

wala ng ibang iniisip kundi paano,
paano hindi sa pagkakasyahin
kundi paano uubusin ang lubos -
na oras na kailangang punan.

tama na kasi mahirap gumawa
ng wala at magpanggap na meron
kang pinagkakaabalahan at lokohin
ang sarili **** bayad ang oras.

Nilalason nito paunti-unti,
ang bisyo ng lantay na katawan
at tiwangwang na utak.
kaya pakiusap, tama na.

I tiptoe across the wooden floor avoiding all the creaks.
Moonlight streaming through open windows of a silent summer night,
casting shadows over rumpled sheets of a well-used king size bed.
I hear the water running in the bathroom across the hall,
grabbing clothing strewed around the room I move with ninja speed.
Hunting for the elusive pair of ******* I just can’t seem to find.
Forget it, time is almost running out, I need to leave before that door opens.
Rushing now I grab my stash and head for the front door,
lightly hopping, stealthily propping as I pull on piece by piece.
Last, my shoes, I grab as I unlock the front door,
grab my keys, leave the note and run out barefoot.
“It was fun, I had to run, see you again someday,”
get in my car, start the engine, drive, drive away.