Which one of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?
I’ve known too many women
and instead of thinking
I wonder who’s fucking her now?
she’s giving some other poor son of a bitch
much trouble right now.
I needed someone to run to and hide, but you were hiding from me.
And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
I will remember the kisses
Our lips raw with love
And how you gave me
Everything you had
And how i
Offered you what was left of me,
And I will remember your small room
The feel of you
The light in the window
Our morning coffee
Our noons our nights
Our bodies spilled together
The tiny flowing currents
Immediate and forever
Your leg my leg
Our arm my arm
Your smile and the warmth
Who made me laugh
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.
Be careful, you are not in wonderland
I’ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul
but you’re fortunate in your ignorance
in your isolation
you who have suffered
find where love hides
give, share, lose
lest we die, unbloomed.