by Bhong B. Martinez
Sunday, December 01, 2002
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How come you never said it¡¯ll hurt this bad?
Along with the beauty of your pain
Comes the unearthing of my brain
I squeezed it hard
How come I ache still for that time
I¡¯ll see the benevolent eyes of yours
Now the broken glasses
Lies on the table of my memory
I hate you ¡¦
Like this humid Philippine temperature
I long to scratch your heart
Like you left mine bleeding
To love you back.