Agnidevi Inggrid.

you are going to break your promise. i understand. and i hold my hands over the ears of my heart， so that i will not hate you.

hope hurt more than the cold.

can you understand? someone， somewhere， can you understand me a little， love me a little?

i will poison all your happy thoughts. i love you like the ashes in my cigarette box.

should the day ever come that we are not together， you will continue to shine like gold in my memories.

when the world burns， will you dance with me over its ruins? will you embrace me tight as we waltz to our demise?

terrified again of not loving / of loving and not you / of being loved and not by you.

i dream of a grave， deep and narrow， and i would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me， and nobody would ever see us any more.

my mother does not lick my wounds and my father does not admit where they came from and i'm the only one who knows shame.

pairs of objects are destined for an eventual reunion.

if you keep swallowing the anger back， it's going to choke you.