“I’ll never be able to look at your face without loving you.”

“If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.”

“But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.”

“I love you on rainy days when other people are looking On days without makeup When I don’t have any love to give When I need to dig it up A kind word I love you Like the uncle On the corner eating kebab with his best friends making unbelievable jokes On the dirtiest train station in the city I always find myself in love with you Asking stupid questions like “Do you still love me?” After years of being each other’s reason to breath. But you are not a poet so you don’t say I love you as often as I do And I love that most about you Sometimes words are colonized by something else And you understand that better than anyone else But when you look at me with those oriental eyes Brown and in love Culturally Controversially And quietly Obsessed With me I melt Like sugar.”

“My love, forgive me for I haven’t wrote you any pretty poems lately, My mind is burning away, as my eyes are only on you, so many times I lost myself in you, I don’t have enough paper to write you, to write that I dream of you even when you are next to me, so little you know of romance. In our little living room nothing is designer but you see, my love, for me, are the kisses born on our couch that matter. And you talk on the phone, walking all around the apartment, all over through my heart, and I count every word and I memorize your voice into my soul. Because sometimes loneliness is laying alone in bed without you. Sometimes loneliness tickles my feet even in our marriage. And I remember how ordinary our life is, and how extraordinary is it to me. For there was a time when I thought love will betray me. But here we are in the most mundane story line; on a Monday afternoon peeling pomegranates and oranges and peeling each other’s hearts.”

“I dig myself up from the wet mud. throwing all the love poems out of the window I die with the sunset in my eyes. I ask myself for advice, I betray myself, ungratefully seeking for love in a man, high on disappointment. I do not blossom. I do not grow, I am thirsty. I do not rain on myself anymore. Oh, how our love is compared to a cactus. Dry, with millions of thorns. I have grown through you, I became a peony, I became an orange tree, desirous for love, fruitful and dying with every sunset and sunrise. I dig myself up. and I promise I will incarnate myself into the past. I dig myself up unlovable, unrecognizable, unforgettable. I put my teeth in revenge like it’s an orange. Through its peel, with all the juice dripping on my lips.”