I’ve never thanked you for
the way you don’t ever say
goodnight until you’re sure
I’m tired enough to fall right
to sleep, even when I can
hear tiredness creep over
your throat like a sheet. I
know this is how you love
me - by not allowing me to
have too many hours at night
feeling lonely. I know you would
like to do the same thing with
us; to not say goodbye until
you know I’m safe in other
arms. I’m going to die to lose
you - let’s make that clear - but
I don’t ever want you to deny
yourself love the way you deny
sleep for me.
If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual.
Reading, she tells me, is what she does best. She loves it because it uses the whole of her, the right and the left, the hemispheres of reason and imagination. She discovered as a child that a closed book is a darkness anyone can enter, not a scary darkness like a basement or a storm, but a comforting one that wrapped her up neatly inside a world she could control.
Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn’t make you strong. If anything - it makes you weaker. Because you’re doing it out of fear. You have to take chances. You have to know when to let go and know when to hold on with everything you’ve got, and that’s what makes us who we are. Taking risks - that’s living, being too scared even to try; that’s just a waste. We all make alot of mistakes, but we shouldn’t regret things. Because at least we didn’t spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like.
She said, “Tonight let’s talk of things untrue.” He said, “ Like black is white and night is day and up is down and in is out?” She said, “Yeah, things like that. Those things we know false for sure. Things like…well, You could say, ‘I really love you.’ And I could say, ‘Yes, I know you do.’”
on the beach, wrapped in plastic,
leave it in the seaweed
because the devil has put it there,
my friend tells me.
If you find a mason jar filled with paper stars,
you may take the stars
and leave the jar to fill again.
Or if you find a piece of a teacup
which is the colour of the sea,
put it in your pocket.
Take it out when the sky is rain and grief,
hold it toward whatever light there is,
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
And with steel-toed feet I walk,
with them I sway into blackest nights
and blinding days and suns that leave me
gasping, needing, suns that make
sidewalks of me.
And with a hint of loving you for your sake
and not for mine, with a hint of “I have broke here,
but I am going to stay”, with a pinch of
stop loving me so I can start loving me again,
I am still walking.
Not away, not from,
only towards, only into,
only forth, only
Umiyak ako nang sobrang tindi, kinailangan kong ibilad sa araw ang unan ko kinabukasan.
Mahal, kung magkita tayong muli at tanungin mo ako uli kung puwede pa ba, ang hihilingin ko lang sa’yo ay mga bagong unan.