“ Did you tell them that you made love to the poet?Did you tell them that our lovechild is an elegy? ”
My tongue was handed down to meby datus and katipuneros. The truth ismy mouth is a battlefield thatyou wouldn’t know how to fight in.
~ Danabelle Gutierrez
The first summer that we spent together,we did so many obscene things to each other, thatby the end of it, the trees blushed a shy shade of scarlet,leaves falling to the ground, scandalized by our acts.
I'm sure that you didn't think I would notice,but we memorize the strangest things in a personwhen we're in love with them.
there are only so many thingsthat you can fix with your hands....What they don't realize is I am not a thing to fix.