Lights, camera, action!
"This town ain't big enough for both of us, cowboy"
I understand the line now on an intrinsic level.
I used to say that a lot just for the hell of it because I was riding horses,
but now that I'm starring in our own cowboy movie, I really get it.
I feel like we're two outlaws avoiding each other,
is it because we're both wanted dead or alive by the other?
I feel like we're tiptoeing barefoot and walking on eggshells around each other.
I feel like the sand along the shores of General Luna are made of eggshells or tiny shards of rose-colored glass.
Oh, my horse needs a new shoe. I know I need to ride away soon.
Oh, your motorbike needs a new backrider. You know you'll find her.
Stick to the script. Stick to the script!
"This island is too small for the two of us"
I know now that we are not surfing along the same wave.
Had to learn the hard way that we are not in the same page.
I used to romanticize and idealize romance because I'm a poet,
but now that I know all I am is a runaway cowboy, I truly get it.
I don't want to feel like we're two-star sheriffs to each other,
I don't want you dead or jailed by my love, so here, I surrender.
So I will begin riding off into the sunset, from dusk to dawn,
Instead of walking on eggshells, I will search for shells in the north.
So I will begin pretending none of that happened, just an imagination.
Instead of walking barefoot on glass, I will touch some grass, ride fast.
Oh, my horse needs to cool down. Thankfully, summer's ending.
Oh, your boots could use some cleaning. Thankfully, dust is setting.
Act three! Last one before I set you free!
"This whole round earth is not enough space for both of us, rider!"
I understand now that I am bring a battered heart to a battlefield.
I know, I know, I know very well that I brought paper to a gunfight.
I brought a pistol, but now it's rusting. The bullets are folded poems.
I used to have two pairs of shiny boots, but the leather is cracking off.
I used to have the fastest hands in these lands, now my heart's in sand.
You don't have to be careful with your steps around me,
I am not your territory but I am also not your landmine.
You don't have to rehearse your words before speaking to me,
I am not a theater but I am a stage in which your sunlight won't shine.
And... cut! End scene.