i think it's really time that i let you go.
it's childish but i'm going to do this the only way i
know.
if i focus on the good, i'll want to hang onto you
forever.
so i must put the magnifying glass on the areas that you
falter.
my new match will be wiser and taller.
he won't have girl friends that ask him out to dinner.
he'll be a true man of God and my faithful life partner.
he'll always know what to say.
he'll show he loves me everyday.
he'll always make it clear to me that i am for him and he is
for me.
we'll be exactly what we need to be.
he'll be someone i can sink into and someone who can lift me
up.
he'll take me out when i'm feeling blue.
he'll know me better than i do.
“His nakedness makes me conscious of my nakedness. He’s too
close even though he’s not. When his eyes linger on my bare
shoulder, I feel as if the water has suddenly gone cold. I don’t
want to feel this, but I do. I’m conscious of my eyes settling at
various parts of his body. I want to look away, look at his eyes or
something, but I can’t. It roves on his body like I’m roadside
lover. “
The poet Mahmoud the Palestinian said this after he loved
an Israeli woman: “And I love you despite my tribe, my city,
and the chains of customs, but I fear that if I sell everyone,
you will sell me, and I will return with disappointment.” After
he discovered that she did not love him and that she was an
intelligence spy for Israel, he said: I felt that my country was
occupied again.