I will let things be as they will be ( Read more... )

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul...
...I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

I Do Not Love You, Pablo Neruda

The other day I followed him on the footpath, laughing at the people moving to the left, to the right, noticing how we stayed in the middle. I watched him when he wasn't watching me,

couldn't believe this small thing was happening, a small God sitting on the table in front of us.

He has dark blue eyes. Sheltered.
Long fingers, bruised heart... ( Read more... )

I hate Sundays.
They make me lonely.
I dream too much on Sundays. Desire too much.
I feel large on Sundays, taking up too much space.
Sundays are crap. Fuck Sundays.

I think I need to give up. Breathe it away. Look elsewhere. Or else. Not look at all. I never believed in love at first sight. Until then. I need to let go, I am tired of driving home unable to see past the rain. I need to let everyone go. I believe I am alone. I am a loner. I have my books, they understand me. Somewhere deep down I still ( Read more... )

Today, black butterflies crossing my path...
Children staring at me, wondering. I do not smile
anymore in my quiet times. Red roses on the
doorstep from someone I didn't want
them to be from... I wondered again if he is
still alive, and shocked at the absence of pain...
Brown eyes crying, calling for mother.

It has become hard ( Read more... )

I've given up. Quick as that! Forget all about it. It got to the point where I felt pathetic, always watching and waiting. That is not me. I am cold, unbreakable. I do not allow myself to think of love. I should not. So now, you do not exsist to me. I walk past you in the halls and stare at the walls. You do not even notice. If there were ever such ( Read more... )

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Today, driving with people I don't know. And kindness sitting next to me, between us.

Thank you.

Different cultures, drawn from the same earth. Beyond myself, blue ocean bays teasing the sidewalk. Circular movements and the sun blinding.

Thank you.