“Longing buries itself within the burning ache that forms between her lips each time they try to speak his name…”
© Rebecca Grace 2016

Poetry

Longin by Rebecca Grace

My mind is a vast expanse filled with thought, and no matter how I try to silence it’s musings, my mind ponders on… seemingly taking on a life of its own.
I do the things I do, hoping to pause the constant flutter that still brings me to you… for it is always you that occupies that vastness, but it is all for naught. I cannot quiet the contemplation… for words unspoken, for questions unanswered, and most of all, to understand why…
© Rebecca Grace 2015

Musings by Rebecca Grace

She was a serious girl who once believed in words and promises; all the pretty, inconsequential nothings uttered between the daylight and darkness… 
© Rebecca Grace 2016

She was a serious girl by Rebecca Grace

'Pieces Of You 

I fell in love with pieces of you... pieces you never knew existed. The tiny vulnerabilities you kept hidden so well, hoping no one would see. My heart aches... still. 

Rebecca Grace 2015

Pieces Of You by Rebecca Grace.

Happy holidays to all of you. This is among my favourite pieces by Pablo Neruda.
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-do-not-love-you-except-because-i-love-you-by-pablo-neruda

I do not love you except because I love you by Pablo Neruda

My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours

Find what you love and let it kill you

I love her, heart and soul. She is everything to me. And yet she is nothing like the women I dreamed of, like those ideal creatures whom I worshipped as a boy. She corresponds to nothing I had conceived out of my own depths. She is a totally new image, something foreign, something which Fate whirled across my path from some unknown sphere. As I look at her, as I get to love her morsel by morsel, I find that the totality of her escapes me. My love adds up like a sum, but she, the one I am seeking with desperate, hungry love, escapes like an elixir. She is completely mine, almost slavishly so, but I do not possess her. It is I who am possessed. I am possessed by a love such as was never offered me before—an engulfing love, a total love, a love of my very toe-nails and the dirt beneath them—and yet my hands are forever fluttering, forever grasping and clutching, seizing nothing.
—Henry Miller, Sexus. Grove Press, 1994

I Love Her From Sexus By Henry Miller

You Learn (by Jorge Luis Borges)

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.


After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…

With every good-bye you learn.

You Learn By Jorge Luis Borges

I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.
— 	Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Between the hours, the minutes 
and the seconds. 
She is more than 
all the places I used to live in. 
More than all the people 
I have fallen into. 
More than old photographs 
and more than the music I love. 
She is the soft rain, 
and an endless summer day. 
She is every night’s late night, 
and she is all the laughter 
that fits inside my human body.
“This woman is no good they tell me. 
She is all the things that make the fire.”

This woman is everything 
And I have been looking for her 
my entire life.
— 	#689 by Robert M. Drake

#689 by Robert M. Drake

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