It’s like ripping off a band aide, and at first the bleeding was nothing serious, and the scar never hurt. But now that the band aide is coming off, I’m all exposed and my wound actually hurts ..

An oval circle, and your two round eyes ..
A voice of beautiful, and my heart just lies ..

You can’t hurt a wound that’s healing, and you can’t damage a heart that doesn’t love. I thought I knew, but every stitch that I touched, my knowing became less and the words couldn’t do ..

It’s like ripping off a band aide that never needed to be called an aide. It wasn’t as serious of a wound, or a scar or a black bruise. It doesn’t matter quite that much anymore .. It just hurts ..

A cage and a glass, a bird touches a dove ..
I wish you could understand ..
That the band aide you just placed on my heart,
It’s not doing much ..

It hurts well enough ..

Then again, I’m still breathing ..
Nothing can ever hurt ..
I said I’m healing ..
And the words make do ..

it really does hurt …

Ta’dry kay’ef el she’3oor
Kelma ta’wdii
Oo kelma a’roo7

La tegool
Elii fe 3yonik ma yen’gal
Eli fe ga’lbik ma7o ja’wab

Ta’raho mat…
Kil shay yemoot

Goli…
Ent mn tekoon

Ta’dry…
La wallah
Ta’dry…

La…5ala9
Ma’ra7 agool

* * *

I have nothing to say anymore. I think somehow, along the lines of winter, I lost myself. I don’t know who I am anymore. And what makes me shiver in this cold … is I really don’t know who you are anymore.

There’s nothing left to say.

.

.

.

I’m going to be silent

.

.

I’m going to be okay.

I walk a step ahead
A distance between
And He saw me

Wait.

You no longer melt my insides
You fail to burn my skin
I don’t wait.

No.

He says less
And She doesn’t smile
What’s in the heart…
It dies after a while

After everything else
You won’t find ever
Its always a minute ago
Its always a moment ago
Its always a touch
A favored caress
Always forgivable
Always imaginable

Let go

I walk a step behind
A distance between
And She saw me

Yes

She touched the tip of his fingertips
And He held still

She paints
She places her hands on his tired face
Presses his lips together
And draws a smile
But He doesn’t smile again.

Wait.

I hold a solid fact of truth
He called her true
But She let it go

So stop.
Just go.
She’s stopped waiting for you…

Remaining Silent by Aziz Nesin

“There is no word unsaid under this sun..
That is why I say at nights that I love..
There is no word unsaid either at night or during the day..
And I say what has already been said in new forms..
There is no form in the world not tried…
And I remain silent, hiding my love inside…
You hear how my silence screams, don’t you…
There are many declaring their love with silence, my love…
But there is no one who loves like I remain silent….”