"Am I in love? — Yes, since I’m waiting.” The other never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game: whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: “I am the one who waits."
"And if the other does not come, I hallucinate the other: waiting is a delirium."
He sleepsLike a falling leaf
In the breeze of autumn,
Waltzing to its placid whispers
Every sway a kiss
Culminating to a warm embrace
-Originally written 7/2/14
Inspired by a December eventoh yes, I miss you terribly, but I’d have to live with my poetry starting now, my poetry more than anything else…
"It wasn’t logic, it was love."
I knew what
real pain felt like
but I didn’t
until I saw the way
you looked at her"
"The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have."