
firsts: fragments and love stories
Words by John Ilagan. Photos by Kristin Cornejo.
Aug 29, 2017 · 2 min read

Lessons, never lovers;
houses, never homes.
I can be so many things,
but not your love,
and not alone.

A girl doesn’t choose
who she falls for;
the heart is gravity’s
plaything.
But damned if birds
don’t still have wings;
we decide whose hands
we’re caged in.

The sun hadn’t known
his brightness,
until he took a lover.
The irony of love
is yourself shining in another.

It wasn’t that you loved
like an angel heaven sent.
The way you breathe
my name like prayer
I return to where
I was always meant.
