Your words hurt, mostly because I know them to be true. Not...

Your words hurt, mostly because I know them to be true.
Not being hurt is way too late for me.
My friends know of you – and that is surprising
With my resentment of guys, who bed girls of this world in mind.
I have not spent a night with anyone else since you,
nor do I intend to.
In the night we leave space between us,
an iPod has taken your place.

I am torn. Denmark and the Philippines.
Slowly my memory of home is fading away.
Steadily my affection for you is building.
But I need t...