firsts: fragments and love stories

Words by John Ilagan. Photos by Kristin Cornejo.


L O V E B L I N D

Lessons, never lovers; 
houses, never homes.

I can be so many things, 
but not your love, 
and not alone.


THE CLIFF AND THE WAVE

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.


“FOR A”

The sun hadn’t known 
his brightness, 
until he took a lover.

The irony of love 
is yourself shining in another.


EDEN

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.

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