Thursday, October 15, 2015


Leave me to my thoughts
I can sort them out
one by one,
like peeling onions

Let me cry
not for you
but for this misfortune
of being in love with you
and being quiet about it

Leave me to my words
until I find the right
for love
without having to break down
this safe haven 
we have called 

It is disastrous how 
in our fear of losing what we have
we kill
that thing that keeps us alive.

for you, yes you. 

photo source:here

Friday, October 9, 2015

Believe in Love

Believe in love
The kind that will wake you up every morning
And tell you “You’re worth it”
Because it means he paid a price to be where he was
Right there beside you
Because you’re worth something
Maybe not someone’s everything


You are surely worth that 3-minute phone call everyday
Or those two minutes for every 5 hours
Or those 30 seconds of each hour
Just to find out how you are

You’re  worth those 10 steps of agony he walked towards your front door
Or that 6-hour tiresome bus-ride
Or those ten thousand miles across the oceans
Just to be with you

You’re worth those 5 more years of bachelorhood he had to cut short
Or those 265 Friday night he won’t be showing up at the bar
Or those lazy Saturday plans he had to give up to help you with the laundry
For. The. Rest. Of. His. Life.

You’re worth every book he had to close every night
Every fight he needs to concede from
And every ounce of pride he needs to swallow

And maybe, you will need to wait a little longer
Or maybe, each one who’ll come along will tell you
your expectations are absurd
And maybe at one point you will believe them
But believe otherwise
Because  this I know:
"There many mediocre things in life to deal with 
and love should not be one of them."

Believe in love
The kind that will wake you up in the morning and tell you
“You’re worth it”
But also, hold on to it
for you to say
“No, YOU are worth it!”

 For Hanako

Note: Quote from Tiffanie De Bartolo 

Monday, October 5, 2015


I had no idea it wasn’t going to be the last time I would say goodbye
On that cold January afternoon
When my heart was gloomier
Than the rain clouds that were heavy, dark
And could burst with the anger of Niagara
By just a flutter of a dove.

I had no idea that it wasn’t  the last time
I would look at clouds that way
I had no idea Rob Thomas could sing
Until that day
When he kept telling me  I was "Unwell"
And that it was the "Mad Season"

But, I also had no idea that I can be that strong
That I can lift three large luggage with two hands
My heart, the heaviest.

I had no idea that I would not need a warm body beside me
Or that ice cream tastes better than non-fat yoghurt
Or how liberating it is to eat
And actually enjoy it.

I had no idea we could be friends
Or that after years of fruitlessly trying to get rid of you,
I will need you
I had no idea your voice can be comforting
At a time of need
I had no idea it could be you I would need

I had no idea it could be very hard to keep you out
Or that I carved a place in my heart where only your initials fit
I had no idea that after  years, they still fit.

I had no idea that I will make a career out of saying goodbye
Or that I would find exit signs comforting
But I also had no idea that breaking-up was the easiest part
Leaving was the hardest. 

It still is.