I'd gaze at him as though his were the first face I'd ever seen.

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

A burnt child loves the fire

لا أحد منّا يستطيعُ أن يتحملَ هذا الوهم، ويُتقن البقاء على قيدِ الحياة هُنا في هذا البلد؛ دون أن يخلق فردوسه الخاص الذي يهرب إليه.

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

سأكون دائمًا ذلك الذي توقع أن يفتحوا لهُ بابًا في جدار بلا باب.

My heart is the graveyard of my concealed feelings, for you. It is engraved with wounds; flooded with tears.

If I could, I would tear this flesh apart and crawl into you…

I’ve wasted so much time becoming nothing.

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

Some things are more precious because they don't last long.

Do you hear my longing when I’m silent?

Some nights I wake and everything hurts a little.
It is amazing how long a ruined thing will burn.

Pinky promise
I’ll still love your garden
Even with no flowers.