LOVE POEM/Rudy Francisco [lyrics]

When I asked you for a Chai latte, 

what I meant to say was: 

”I was walking past. I saw you in the window. 

I only came in here because I had to know what your voice sounded like.” 

But instead of saying that… 

Instead of saying that, 

I  just got really nervous and just ordered the first thing on the menu. 

I don’t even know what the fuck “Chai” is.. 

Or a latte, for that matter. 

When God made you, 

He cussed for the first time. 

He turned to an angel, gave him a high five and said: 

“Goddamn, I’m good!” 

You are that beautiful. 

I spent the last five days trying figure out how I’m gonna introduce myself to you properly, and I think I’ve finally figured it out. 

It’s gonna be something like… 

“Hi.” That’s all I got so far, 

but I think it’s a good start.

You see, I want that… I want that my friends think I’m crazy kind of love. 

That reckless kind of love. 

That wake up early, make you breakfast kind of love. 

That crack open my life and say look, you gotta see this kind of love. 

Forget the shallow stuff, 

I want the deepest kind of love. 

That I want to stay up and tell you all my secrets kind of love. 

That every time I see you, I fall to pieces kind of love. 

I want that stand next to me kind of love. 

That you are my destiny kind of love. 

That no matter what happens, you always get the best of me kind of love. 

That you get my heart and my mind, this world gets the rest of me kind of love. 

That invest in me kind of love, 

because you already know that I’m invested in you kind of love. 

That you come home upset, you don’t have to say nothing, 

I already know what to do kind of love.

I want… I want love.

I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. 

And then suck my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth 

just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. 

I want you to come to me like an afternoon, 

come to me slowly as if you were a broken sunset with a lazy sky on your shoulders. 

If you let me be your sunlight, 

I promise that I will penetrate your darkness until you speak in angel wings. 

Pull me close to you, tell me that you love me, 

and then scratch your future into my back so 

I can be everything that you live for. 

I promise that I will die for you daily and then resurrect in your screams. 

I promise that I will love you.

I promise that I will love you as if it’s the only thing that I’ve ever done correctly. 

I’ll be honest, I’m usually not even a love poet. 

In fact, every time I try to write about love, my hands cramp. 

Just to show me how painful love can be. 

And sometimes our pencils break just to prove to me that, 

every now and then, 

love takes a little more work than planned. 

See, I heard that love is blind, so I write all my poems in Braille. 

And my poems, I never actually finish, because true love is endless. 

You see, I’ve always believed that real love is kinda like supermodel before she’s airbrushed. It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.

You see, I’m gonna be honest, 

I’m not much of a love poet. 

But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning 

and decide that I really wanted to write about love, 

my first poem… It would be about you. 

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike. 

Scared, but reckless. 

With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. 

You see, I’m not much of a love poet. 

But if I was, 

I’d write about how I see your face in every cloudy reflection in every window. 

You see, 

I’ve written a million poems, hoping that somehow, maybe some way, 

you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me. 

Because if you were here right now, 

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 wanna drink the sunlight in your skin.

If I was a love poet, 

I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful 

even on days when everything around you is ugly. 

I’d write about your eyelashes, 

and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink. 

If I was a love poet, 

I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every time I hear the vibration in your voice.

 Or whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart… 

It plays hopscotch inside of my chest. 

It climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars, 

and I feel like a child all over again.

And I know that this is gonna sound weird, but sometimes, 

I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs

 just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you. 

I swear, I’m usually not a love poet, 

but if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem… 

I swear that it would be about… 

It would be about you.

And after all of that, she was like, 

“So how do you feel about me?”

 And I was confused. 

I said, 

“Let’s put it like this…”

 I want to be your ex-boyfriend’s stuntman. 

I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do, 

like… Trust you. 

I swear that when our lips touched, 

I could taste the next sixty years of my life.

See, last night, 

I had a dream. 

And in this particular dream, 

I died in my dreams,

 woke not knowing I was still sleeping, decided to walk. 

You see that night, I walked in my sleep, 

I slept in my walk, 

I walked backwards until I saw you for the first time, 

and I could barely muster the courage to introduce myself all over again.

You see, I’ve been trying to find the right words. 

I’ve been trying to take the right steps 

for what seems to me like thousands of years, 

but something always seems to go wrong between us. 

We lived in Egypt, I was the Pharaoh’s slave, 

you were his daughter. 

Loving you led to my 

death, 

they claimed that I seduced you, 

and after they stole my life, 

I was resurrected as a mason. 

I made the foundation for your house. 

We met eyes for two seconds, you left, 

and I didn’t see you again until I died. 

I came back as a caterpillar. 

I turned into a butterfly, 

I landed in the palm of your hands, 

you brushed me away, 

and the rejection killed me. 

When I awoke, 

I was a kick drum, 

you were a snare,

 we were both owned by this drummer 

named Cozy Cole, 

and when he died, 

so did we. 

But I came back just to look for you. 

I left notes in random places, 

hoping that you would stumble across them. 

I carved our names in trees, 

and then prayed that it would jog your memory. 

I whispered your name in the wind, 

hoping somehow, 

maybe some way, 

my voice would reach you, 

but it didn’t, 

and I died. 

I died early. 

I died young with breadcrumbs in my hand 

just hoping that you would find me, 

but you never did, 

so they buried me. 

And when they buried me, 

they put these coins over my eyes, 

and I used them as bus fare to get back to Earth, 

just so I can look for you. 

That’s why sometimes, when we hold hands, 

ever so often, 

I tend to hold on a little too tight, 

and I’m sorry. 

I just don’t want to lose you again. 

My mother told me, 

when you find the perfect woman,

 you do whatever it takes to make sure that she’s next to you.

LOVE POEM MEDLEY/ Rudy Francisco [lyrics]

I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak
And then suck my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet
In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be
And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille
And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless
I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed;
It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended
See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem…
It would be about you

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared
But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you
You see, I’m not really a love poet
But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window
You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me
Because if you were here, right now
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
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful
Even on days when everything around you is ugly
You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink


If I was a love poet
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture
Every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart
It plays hopscotch inside of my chest
Yo it climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again
I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs...
Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you

I swear, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love
My first poem it would be about you
And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me?
And I said, put it like this:
I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life
And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer
If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat
Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time
Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James
I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain
Even though it never rains in Southern California
And together, we could be music

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend
I’ll say no
She is my musician
And me… I’m her favorite song
And then suck my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet
In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be
And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille
And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless
I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed;
It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended
See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem…
It would be about you
About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared
But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you
You see, I’m not really a love poet
But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window
You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me
Because if you were here, right now
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
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful
Even on days when everything around you is ugly
You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture
Every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart
It plays hopscotch inside of my chest
Yo it climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again
I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs...
Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you
I swear, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love
My first poem it would be about you
And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me?
And I said, put it like this:
I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you
I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life
And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer
If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat
Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time
Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James
I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain
Even though it never rains in Southern California
And together, we could be music
And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend
I’ll say no
She is my musician
And me… I’m her favorite song

Scars/ To the new boyfrinend RUDY FRANCISCO [lyrics & traducción]

One
If I could,
I would nail these hands to the edges of stars,
I would sacrifice this body to the sky
Hoping it resurrected someone spiteful enough to not care about you any more.

Two
Staple me to a cross,
Pierce my side with a broken promise
And I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance.

Three
Loving you is the last thing that I felt really good at.

Four
You wanna know how I got these scars?
See I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile.

Five
I whispered you stardust,

Six
I spoke you into sunflowers,

Seven
I dipped my hands into forever,
I touched you infinity,
Treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber,
I was good to you.

Eight
You wanna know how I got these scars?
See I swallowed my pride,
And then it clawed its way out of my mouth.

Nine

I realised that I was never really your boyfriend,
I was just your fucking height man.

Ten
I hope your next boyfriend gets smallpox.

Ten
Yes I said smallpox.

Ten
I hate you,

Ten
But I still miss you,

Ten
And a part of me I still loves you.

Ten
It’s hard for me to count when I get emotional.

Ten
I heard that over ninety percent of human interaction is non-verbal so

…

Ten
If I could,

I would tie your arms to a daydream
And then auction you off to my fondest memories.

 See I wrote this poem in my own spinal fluid, 

I put it on the backbone of a white flag 

so before you read it you’ll already know that I’ve given up. 

I’ll just keep you here. 

Shackled to the most important chapter of my life story 

pressed into the basement of my eyelids l

ike liquid salvation 

so I remember you beautiful 

with amazing underneath your wings and an orchid smile, 

you gorgeous earthquake. 

You cracked hourglass with sand spilling from behind your ribs, 

you wasted my time

How dare you linger on my lips and then kiss me like a stuttering apology 

with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth. 

I still remember you like a dream tattooed to the inner walls of a long term memory 

but some days I wonder if you existed at all.

And of course, you wanna know how I got these scars.

I got these scars the day I fell in love with you.
I landed face first.

To the random dude who started dating my ex girlfriend two days after we broke up - yes, I saw that shit on Facebook. Now when I realised that you were in a relationship with the girl that I thought I would someday spend the rest of my life with, I walked outside, I said to myself “there is no way Ashton Kutcher is gonna catch me off guard”. I waited 45 minutes, and then I realised that there hasn’t been a new episode of Punk’d in damn near four years. So I guess I’m the only practical joke in this entire situation.

One
The first time I saw you and her in a picture
I wanted to take my entire arm,
Shove it inside of the computer
And snatch the happiness right off of your face.

Two
If I ever see you in the street
I’m probably gonna punch you in the throat.

Three
I apologise in advance.
And I know- I know that it makes no sense to have this much anger towards a man that I've never actually met face-to-face,
But my definition of love is being robbed in an alley
Eight times in a row and hoping there is
Something about today that makes all of this different.
There is nothing logical about cutting off the most important parts of yourself and then putting them inside of hands that shake, that tremble, that crack like a Haitian sidewalk.

Four
There is nothing rational about love.
Your love stutters when it gets nervous,
Your love trips over its own shoelaces.
Love is clumsy,
And my heart refuses to wear a helmet.

Five
Cupid is fucking irresponsible
And I’m tired of him using me for target practice.

Six
I was told that time would heal all wounds,
But what exactly do you do on days

When it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis?

Seven
She always wore her heart on her sleeve,
So tell me, then why the hell do you look so familiar?

Eight
I think I’ve seen you somewhere in her smile.
Like I’ve heard your voice in her laughter,
Like I’ve smelled your cologne on her thighs,
I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints we would only find yours.

Nine
I have this envelope,
It’s full of all the butterflies I felt
The first time she relaxed the Velcro on
Her lips and smiled in my direction,
I think most of them are still alive.
I guess these belong to you too.

UNO

Si pudiera,

clavaría estas manos a los bordes de las estrellas.

sacrificaría este cuerpo al cielo

esperando que resucitara en alguien lo suficientemente malévolo para que no le importaras más

DOS

Engrápame a una cruz,

atraviesa mi costado con una promesa rota

y sangra´re todas las razones incompletas por las que mereces una oportunidad más.

TRES

Amarte fue la ultima cosa e la que me sentí realmente bueno

CUATRO

¿Quieres sabes como obtuve estas cicatrices?

Verás, arranqué cada pedazo de tí de mi sonrisa

CINCO

Te susurré polvo de estrellas

SEIS

Te hablé entre girasoles

SIETE

Sumergí mis manos en el para siempre

Toqué tu infinidad,

Te traté como si fueras la última molécula de oxígeno dentro de una cámara de gas

Fui bueno contigo

OCHO

¿Quieres sabes como obtuve estas cicatrices?

Verás, me tragué mi orgullo,

y luego desgarró mi garganta al salir

NUEVE

Me dí cuenta de que realmente nunca fui tu novio

Solo fui tu maldito amigo

DIEZ

Espero que tu próximo novio contraiga varicela

DIEZ

Si, dije varicela

DIEZ

Te odio,

DIEZ

Pero aún te extraño

DIEZ

Y una parte de mí aún te ama

DIEZ

Se me hace difícil contar cuando me pongo emocional

DIEZ

Escuché que el noventa por ciento de la interacción humana en no-verbal, así que

...

DIEZ

Si pudiera

 te ataría a un sueño

y luego te subastaría fuera del fondo de mi memoria

Al extraño que empezó a salir con mi ex-novia dos días después de que termináramos -si, vi esa mierda en facebook-

UNO

La primera vez que te vi en una foto,

quise arrancarme mi brazo entero

meterlo en la computadora

y arrancarte la felicidad de la cara

DOS

Si alguna vez te veo en la calle

probablemente te golpearé en la garganta

TRES

Me disculpo por adelantado

y se que no tiene sentido tener toda esta ira contra un hombre que jamas he visto cara a cara

pero mi definición de amor, es ser robado en un callejón

ocho veces seguidas y aún así esperar

que habrá algo hoy que lo hará diferente

no hay nada lógico en cortar las partes más importantes de ti y luego ponerlas dentro de unas manos que se sacudes, que tiemblan, que se agrietan como una banqueta haitiana

CUATRO

No haya nada lógico sobre el amor

tu amor tartamudea cuando se pone nervioso

se tropieza con los cordones de sus zapatos

el amor es torpe

y mi corazón se rehúsa a usar un casco

CINCO

Cupido es un maldito irresponsable

Y estoy cansado de que me use como diana de práctica

SEIS

Me dijeron que el tiempo cura todas las heridas,

pero que se hace exactamente en los días

cuando se siente como si las manecillas del reloj tienen artritis?

SIETE

Ella siempre usó su corazón bajo sus mangas,

así que dime, ¿porqué diablos luces tan familiar?

OCHO

Creo que te vi en algún lado en su sonrisa

creo que oí tu voz en su risa

creo que olí tu colonia en sus muslos,

apuesto que si buscáramos huellas en su corazón, solo encontraríamos las tuyas.

NUEVE

Tengo este sobre,

está lleno de las mariposas que sentí

la primera vez que relajó el velcro de sus labios

y sonrió en mi dirección,

creo que la mayoría de ellas aún están vivas

creo que esas también te pertenecen