Don't patronize me.

Turn down the lights,
Turn down the bed,
Turn down these voices, inside my head.

Lay down with me,
Tell me no lies,
Just hold me close, don't patronize me
Don't patronize me.

Cause I can't make you love me
If you don't
You can't make your heart feel
Something it won't
Here in the dark
These final hours
I will lay down my heart
I feel the power but you don't
No, you don't

Cause I can't make you love me, If you don't.
If you don't,
No you won't,

I close my eyes
I won't see
The love you don't feel
When you're holding me
Morning will come and I'll do what's right
Just give me til then to give up this fight
And I will give up this fight

I do.

I want to wear your love on my head like a crown.

I want your embrace to wrap around me like armor.

I want you to take me in with your mouth that speaks of great love.

I want to put a ring on your finger like the halo that is cast around the bright moon tonight.

I want you to bear my name not because I conquered or own you but because it’s the only thing left to do.

I want you to be the end of me.

I want nothing else.

I want you.

LomoLit: Carpeted Sky on New Year

It was nearing New Year when I confessed what I really felt for you. Only I didn’t have words for it, I just stuck with you like glue.

Photo by mafiosa

The cold was biting but bearable. Wind chills are getting the best out your blouse with repeating micro blossoms. I can always remember how young we both looked like. You were beautiful with a wispy glow, you retained that look while I, on the other hand can’t even go near that level.

Speak to me

Memento Mori

Time for my laundry list again.

I'm fascinated by the fact that we're just wandering carbon-based organisms here in this world. We're all going to die. That's a fact and when that time comes for me I'd be smiling. Although, if there was no end to this lifetime, these are the things that I'd probably want to do on repeat for the next 5,000 years or the next or the next.

1. Kiss her forehead and smell her hair everyday.

2. Tell her how beautiful she is today and eternity.

3. Hold her hand and smell the scent of her soft supple skin.

4. Stare at her until she scrunches her forehead and nose as she wonders if there's dirt on her face.

5. Share hearty meals with her and our little big man, say grace while we all hold hands.

6. Think about how tomorrow will turn out even if I know it's going to be the same beautiful routine again.

7. Write her a new poem and read it to her until it makes her tear up a bit or laugh since I'm not a poet.

8. Lie on bed as we talk about our story and laugh at the funnier times.

9. Sit still as I hug her from behind. Kiss her if she lets me.

10. Write the many things I can't do tomorrow since I have to do the same beautiful things with her and our son again.

I'm far from death although I'm farther away from repeating this for a life time. If only I could live a script that I've written. But that would'nt count. It's a fake reality. I'd choose a sad but real now than a perceived happy tomorrow any time of the day.

Hello, time off.