'I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.'

i lost my only one

"At this moment there are six billion four hundred seventy million eight hundred eighteen thousand six hundred seventy one people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes... all you need is one." - P. Sawyer

tatooed

the sun shines brightly today
i remember your face
that's always glistening
as you wake up smiling

then the rain starts to drizzle
it takes me back in time
when i feel your hug
never fails to warm me up

as the sun sets down
i get so melancholy
but i thought how we once enjoyed
this God's greatest mastery

now i will let myself sleep
as the stars twinkle in the dark
let my mind free itself
from all the twinge of the past

time bomb

the clock is ticking
i hear my heart beating
but anytime i might stop breathing

when? i could only hope

i miss
the warmth of your touch
moist of your breath
curves of your body
the sweet smell of your skin

i will
forever long for it
drenched with it
imagine touching it
savor every scent of you

for now
i will patiently wait
forever anticipate to that day
when we become one
and feel your touch once again

but we can't have it...

i believe we still have moments left to share.

If You Forget Me [Pablo Neruda]

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.