Anonymity vs. Evil

pilarpedrosapilar:

“I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name right out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversation. I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love, my hands cramp - just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me every now and then love takes a little more work then you planned. See I heard that love is blind, so I write all my poems in braille. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she gets airbrushed; It’s pure, and imperfect - just the way that God intended. 

I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet… But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love - I swear that my first poem would be about you. About how I love you the same way I learned how to ride a bike. Scared. But reckless. With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I would write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window. You see, I’ve written like a million poems hoping that maybe somehow, someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me - because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sang songs that your lips don’t even know the words to. Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the pacific ocean. I want to drink the sunlight in your skin. 

If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful. Even on days when everything around you is ugly. You see, I’d write about your eyelashes and how they’re like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink. If I was a love poet I would write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculptor. Every time I hear the vibration in your voice and whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart - it plays hopscotch inside of my chest. Yo, it climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again. 

I know this sounds strange, but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you. And I swear, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow and decide that I really want to write about love. You’re my first poem; it would be about you. 

Let’s put it like this, I wanna be your ex-boyfriend’s stunt man. I wanna do everything that he never had the courage to do; like trust you. I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next 60 years of my life. And some days, I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could, I would sample your smile and then I’d let my heart create the baseline; we would create the greatest love song of all time whenever we stand next to each other. Together, we could be music. And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll tell them, “No, she’s my musician.” And me? I’m her favorite song.”

— Rudy Francisco

(Source: cumunist)