Quotes by Danabelle Gutierrez

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.

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.

Did you tell them that you made love to the poet?Did you tell them that our lovechild is an elegy?

Im sure that you didnt think I would notice,but we memorize the strangest things in a personwhen were in love with them.

there are only so many thingsthat you can fix with your hands....What they dont realize is I am not a thing to fix.

And perhaps, Im a Tuesday night and youre a Wednesday morning the way well never even notice how we blend into each other.

When he asks you whyyou chose alone all these years.Tell him that it’s becauseyou love with all claws and bared teeth.Apologize for the scratchesthat you will leave on his skin;ask forgiveness for the bite marks.Tell him you never ever mean to love so hard, but you do.

He loved me like thick molasses on a summers day. Pure, sweet, sticky, warm, dark.

Cultivate the distance. Nurture the silence. Let it grow until your fragile heart is as far and inaccessible as his marbled emotions. Dont talk. Dont move. Sit still. If he shows up, lie. Believe your own excuses.And if he tries to charm his way back in, punch him in the face.

But when I think of us,in the quiet when Im on my own,I think of Beauty and the Beast.I, being the beast, and you being the last beautiful thing in this city.

Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And shes going to write about how shes a living testament to how her grandmother made love to hurricane and calmed the storm.

Even through the smoke,you are still the most beautiful thingin this city and I, well, I am stillthe last thing you’d save in a fire.

You said: Wait for the moon with me.I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.