*Burn.
Burn until you're the last remaining ash.
I raise the roses to the skies,
the fire looks more beautiful in the sunlight.
You dared to be the one who loved me,
and I dared to love you
with all my heart.
You didn't love me
not even with a drop of your blood.
I don't know what you want,
was it always your desire to hate me?
Aww, I hate questioning myself:
why did you dare to pretend to love me?
I saw in your eyes what no one else could see.
I lived in paradise simply by being by your side.
I loved you like I burned this rose:
intense,
deep,
beginning,
middle,
end.
I burned the love in my heart
ONLY FOR YOU,
and you repaid me
by kissing another's lips,
an insult to love,
to my love,
and to my poems.
I threw myself into the shallow river of your love,
I drowned in your love,
in the shallows... of your love.
I drowned
in the shallows of your love.
This chaos that comes from my words
is nothing...
And my heart, I usually think with it,
and today... it's living in chaos.
These tears,
I don't know if I'm sad.
I think... disappointed,
defeated,
disillusioned.
I think... I'm heartbroken.
You burned my verses,
dishonored my heart,
destroyed my perception,
created doubts in my soul,
made my smile disappear.
Your icy heart
froze my feelings.
Take this burned rose.
I didn’t need to say it,
but it represents my hatred,
my disdain
for your beautiful smile,
your piercing gaze,
that warm embrace of yours.
I hate you.*
