Thank You and Goodbye

If we don't like each other... If we didn't think of each other

Would we have dragged this far? If we had no heart

It's dangerous, it's dangerous on this seesaw... no more my thoughts

― Loving you was war. It was on fire. ― I told myself..

Nobody told me to love like this, fiercely, easily, it was a wound that I opened, like a hole dug by the animal inside me. I let what I love crawl inside, breathing into my arched, dark marrow; Entering the house of fire that I built.

Whatever souls are made of; yours and mine were terror. That for which the density of hatred grew and supercharged itself under the wings of a blackbird, a job only a knife can finish; a painful secret, half pleasant, shared between two.

Still, kissing your mouth, letting myself be carried away by the mouth of pain, embracing your soul that is so capable of multiplying my darkness, my fullness...

Oh, I mean, that's true love...

That is a true love war. And when the bloodshed is over, I will put on your head a crown of bones, pressing your palms to the dying earth.

with a burning sigh; I'll say,

― "We are the best lovers; you and I… I called our desperation, darling".

Tune in the cadence.

― "That's right, I live because I can't die. But I have nothing I want to do

I have so much pain and loneliness, but the people around me. He keeps telling me to regain my consciousness. I try to vent my anger, but I only have myself.

So what's the point of venting my anger?

I am afraid to open my eyes every day and start breathing." ― *sigh*

My heart stained with belated self-hatred, is emptied even by that brushing wind...

Goodbye that ended up coming to me is what I deserve at the end of my dramatisation full of lies. If someone had turned back time for me, maybe I could have been more honest.

Thank you. For this pain…