از دوریت در آتشم در آتشم یارا
It’s so much easier to deal with lost love by puffing up with hate. But the hate is so tiring. And so diseased. By the end of it all, there’s only enough energy to open the eyes while catatonic in bed. Then to wait. Wait to fall back asleep and forget anything ever existed in the first place.
I don’t want you ever to come back,
I prefer destruction in between my hands,
If yesterday I pronounced your name so forcefully,
Look at me today destroying my lips.