I lay quietly at one side of the room. As the doors opened in regular intervals, I hear the rush of feet coming at me. I hoped that they would notice me, lonely and broken. I guess the rat race is too much for most people to even bother with poor old me.
I still remember the first time you laid your eyes on me. I was the hottest and most delicious thing to you. You felt the need to have your fill. I was “IT” and you could not resist me. You had your concerns but you let go. I’m sure you let go.
As you picked me up and started our dance, I imagined your lips making contact with every piece of my body. It was pure heaven. Moment upon moment, you made sure that I felt I was the best thing you’ve ever had. I responded by giving you everything, all the best I can offer. I saw you enjoy every second of it.
At the end of the day, James Ingram could not have said it any better.
Now I lie here waiting for someone to pick me up.
I pause as I think of the things I thought of before.
The only words I can muster…
Walang hiya ka. Pagkatapos mo ako kagatan at nilaway lawayan, itinapon mo ko! Sa elevator pa! Hayup! Sana iniwan mo na lang ako dun sa bakery!
(in English: After biting into me, you dumped me in an elevator. You should have just left me in the bakery)
Note: Another entry from a blog I used to maintain. Pardon the picture, it’s supposed to be a piece of bread.