I loved you with different words than you knew and that seemed to scare you.

They always come back, but we don’t always answer.

I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

We grow apart because we grow in different stages and not all of our stages align.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

pada akhirnya yang pergi akan kembali, entah pada pelukan, atau pada masing-masing kenangan

I like bringing poetry's focus on figurative language and compression into the essay. Of course, the musical properties of language, the cadence of the sentence, are really important to me in prose.

Everybody has difficult years, but a lot of times the difficult years end up being the greatest years of your whole entire life, if you survive them.

My brain has no heart, and my heart has no brain. That's why when I speak my mind, I appear heartless and when I do what's in my heart I seem thoughtless.

Slowly my body grows a single sound, slowly I become a bell, an oval, disembodied vowel, I grow, an owl, an aureole, white fire poesia "Metamorfosi, I. Luna

92 people are killed every single day in car fatalities. What if we filmed every one of them? No one would drive cars.

Tug looked nervously at his master. Horses aren't supposed to fly, he seemed to be saying.

Amy Winehouse and Paul Weller are examples of poets, I think.

Peace is a never ending process... It cannot ignore our differences or overlook our common interests. It requires us to work and live together.

I think there are ghosts. I haven't seen or heard anything. I've definitely felt something, but it's not scary.