If you love someone, set them free.

If they come back theyre yours; if they dont they never

were.- Richard Bach Yeah?.. well fuck that shit and fuck Richard Bach. Do you honestly
think, I have the time to meet someone, click, grow an attachment, fall in love, deeply in
love, Im not talking your average crush, Im talking, going back to the days where we used
to write love letters from long distances type of love, the making a cup of tea and blowing it
until its warm enough for them to drink type of love to have a soul connection, miss them,
crave them, submit to them, etc.. just to let them go in the future. Wdf. Listen, if its gotton
deep enough for me to fall into that type of love, Im not letting you go. Fuck, I hate this
generation of replacers. If something goes wrong, instead of fixing it, we replace, or let it go
or some other dumb shit. No. Richard Bach, who is divorced, I will not take advice from you.
As long as it isnt toxic and unhealthy, I am not letting go.


The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be
understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and
someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is
possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.
Warsan Shire

"Be good to people. Even the shitty ones. Let the assholes be assholes. Youll sleep better."


"Poetry is what happens
when nothing else
can."

Charles Bukowski

Iubeti atunci cnd i cunoti mirosul pielii i harta alunielor impregnat pe spate. Iubeti
atunci cnd te trezeti lng el cu zmbetul pe buze, cnd adormi cu gndul la el dac nu
suntei alturi i te trezeti doar de dorul de a i-l aminti din nou. Iubeti cnd te ntrebi cum
ai dormit pn acum altfel dect n braele lui i i dai seama c dimineile n-au fost
niciodat mai frumoase ca atunci cnd suntei mpreun. Iubeti cnd te simi norocoas s
fie al tu, cnd i asculi respiraia rezemat la pieptul lui i i mngi barba aspr, doar s
te convingi c e real, c EL se afl acolo.

i o pereche de buze te va sruta,
dar nu pe colul gurii,
pentru c ele nu tiu cum i place ie.
i vei fi ras barba de mult,
iar pe noi ne va lega ceva:
uitarea
de la un capt al lumii la altul.
Doar cmaa
i va aminti
c ai iubit,
dar nu vei ti pe cine.


I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up. I stand on mountain
tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go. I know nothing, but I am here to learn.

Shane Koyczan

I keep telling you I love you
and it comes out as an apology.
Im sorry. You want it to be bolder, bigger, less pathetic.
Love has become a fighting word for us.

You argue that you love me more. I dont object.
I turn over in bed, sob into the pillow, pity myself.
I mumble it back to you because you
like the way it sounds coming out of my mouth.
Weve turned caring for each other into a duty dance
thats cheapened love.

It has become another way of apologizing
as you roll your eyes and say, Sorry, I forgot to buy milk,
a habit with every evenings, Night, love you too,
a promise we keep breaking:
Of course I wont, I love you,
a lie.

It hits me that we no longer know what it means
when you slap me across the face and instantly,
I tell you I love you. I cant help it.
I have spent months associating it with this much pain.
My insides are bullet-holed basins where the past goes to die.
I feel death when you stand close.
Stay away from me.
I love you.

Lora Mathis, We Need a New Word for Love, Its Overused

M-am gndit c acum zilele sunt toate la fel
gri, goale, sterile,
i trec mai greu ca oricnd,
iar noptile sunt i ele de lungimi polare,
cum mi-a dori s fie
cnd sunt lng tine.

M-am gndit i n-am tiut s-mi rspund
de cnd n-am mai simit aa
dar m-am gndit s-i mulumesc
c mi-e dor de tine.

"Im not just falling in love with you. Im falling into you. Youre an ocean, and Im falling in,
drowning in the depths of who you are. Like you said, its scary in a way, but its also the
most amazing thing Ive ever experienced. You are the most amazing thing Ive ever
experienced."
Jasinda Wilder, Falling Into You
Cum a putea s-i explic lui c vreau totul, c nimic mai putin de att nu-i suficient pentru
mine? C jumtile de msur nu-s pentru mine cum nu-i alcoolul pentru micuele
ngenuncheate-n mnstiri? C eu a putea s dau 100%, dar pentru asta am in prealabil
nevoie de niste demonstraii, din acelea mai sofisticate, aa-s eu, greu de convins, ca o
scar cu o comoar la captul ei, dar pe care urcndu-te trebuie s sacrifici i druieti
mereu ce ai mai bun, iar odat ce-ai ajuns acolo sus, ti primesti recompensa i-n plus toate
lucrurile pe care le-ai sacrificat, ns dac nu inaintezi, rmai fr nimic. Nu tiu s-i explic
cum sunt si de ce trebuie sa m realegi mereu. Eu pot vedea buntatea ce zace
descoperit, tu, in schimb, mereu mi strigi c-s rea, ca femeie mai rea dect mine nu ti-a
fost dat s intlnesti. Vezi, aici greesti tu! Bunatatea mea nu i-a catigat-o nimeni,
vreodat! De asta nimic nu-i destul, tii, nu?
I wonder if you know yet that youll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and Ill go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think its romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think Ill understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.

Clementine von Radics

Do not fall in love
With people like me.
people like me
will love you so hard
that you turn into stone
into a statue where people
come to marvel at how long
it must have taken to carve
that faraway look into your eyes

Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth

Do not come any closer.
people like me
are bombs
when our time is up
we will splatter loss
all over your walls
in angry colors
that make you wish
your doorway never
learned our name

do not fall in love
with people like me.
with the lonely ones
we will forget our own names
if it means learning yours
we will make you think
hurricanes are gentle
that pain is a gift
you will get lost
in the desperation
in the longing for something
that is always reaching
but never able to hold

do not fall in love
with people like me.
we will destroy your
apartment
we will throw apologies at you
that shatter on the floor
and cut your feet

we will never learn
how to be soft

we will leave.
we always do.

Do Not Fall In Love With People Like Me

I wont kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I cant get rid of habits.
F. Scott Fitzgerald

" If I never see you again,
I will always carry you.
Inside.
Outside.
On my fingertips and at brain edges.
And in centers,
centers
of what I am
of what remains. "

~ Charles Bukowski

"Eu nu ruinez un barbat. Nu vreau banii lui.
Ma multumesc cu sufletul.

Si cand plec din viata lui, nu ii fur averea,
dar il las gol pe dinauntru."

Uneori l simea aa de rece, nct ar fi vrut s-l scuture, s zglie sufletul n el, poate
doar aa ar fi reuit s-l readuc la via. Alteori, ns, ajuns la captul puterilor, i dorea
c iarna de afar s se mute n sufletul ei. Se ruga Lui Dumnezeu s o nghee i pe ea, s
o rup n buci i s o mprtie n toate zrile, s o fac s dispar cu totul. Pn cnd
chiar aa s-a ntmplat


" Ultimele zile mpreun au fost marcate de un aer care prevestea sfritul. Mi s-a druit
atunci aa cum nu o mai fcuse niciodat, iar eu n-am neles pe moment ca asta era felul
ei de a-i lua la revedere. Paradoxal, acelea au fost zilele n care am fost cel mai fericit.
Cuprins de beia momentului, n-am observat c tristeea din privirea ei nu dispruse nicio
clip. n dimineaa cnd m-am trezit i ea nu mai era lng mine m-am gndit c se va
ntoarce peste cteva zile, cum fcea de obicei, dei n adncul sufletului tiam c de data
asta o s fie altfel. mi druise deja totul. M-a nvat s iubesc, mi-a druit attea, iar eu
doar am luat i am luat, dar nu i-am dat nimic. A plecat din viaa mea la fel de trist cum a
venit..."

"Ideal ar fi s avem inima n cutia cranian i creierul n piept.
Aa am gndi cu iubire i am iubi cu inteligen."


I wonder
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved.

Furthermore,
I wonder who would still catch me.

One day I am going to wake up, roll over on my side, and kiss the love of my life good
morning.

"Nu m intereseaz un brbat dect n msura n care cred c-l stpnesc ca femeie, n
care cred c sunt pentru el, ntr-un moment din via, o fiin unic, de nenlocuit. tiu c
sunt femei mai frumoase dect mine, dar asta nu are nicio nsemntate, fiindc orict de
frumoas ar fi o femeie, se poate totdeauna ivi alta, care s fie i mai frumoas; dar cred c
poate exista o adncime sufleteasc, o sensibilitate, o inteligen care pot nsuflei n aa fel
un anumit fizic, care pot crea o feminitate infungibil, amalgam unic de nsuiri de
nenlocuit, cel puin ntr-o clip dat, pentru un om ntr-un anume climat sufletesc."

Cella Serghi n "Pnza de pianjen"

dont undress my love
you might find a mannequin
dont undress the mannequin
you might find love

Charles Bukowski

ar fi putut fi
i nu au fost
rsrituri i
nopi n braele tale, dar
s-au pierdut
i am blestemat ceasul care nu contenea s ticie
nepstor i
crud
deprtarea dintre noi
Your real first love will make you realize that your first love wasnt really your first love.

- Unknown