'Un', spanish for one(masculine). The rest is self explanationatory.
and now my heart is racing, burning from
this sensation of heartache at the pit of my gut,
an acid reflex of my bittersweet nightmares. 7-weeks, We Could Have Been Cream & Sugar (via wnq-writers)
The first things people always ask are, why?
But not with me.
I don’t want to do anything.
I don’t want to be anything.
I want to disappear elegantly.
I want people to look for my goodbye note
and find nothing but smoke.
I’ve written like a million poems
hoping that somehow
you’ll jump out of the page
and be closer to me.
Because if you were here,
I would massage your back
until your skin sings 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. Rudy Francisco, Love Poem (via larmoyante)