Poetry in translation is like taking a shower with a raincoat on.

I like to think about other girls sometimes, but the truth is if you ever left me, I’d tear my heart out and never put it back. There’ll never be anyone like you.

Man, what would you do? You love somebody more than anything in the whole damn world. You worship her. You don’t wanna be alive without her and she says she doesn’t want you. You’re just dirt.

Sometimes an empty page presents the most possibilities.

Without love, what reason is there for anything?