ردپای آبی

I have to actively keep myself from texting you, and you had to actively try to remember to answer my calls.

I begged, and no begger gets anything valuable.

Why am I never the one that anybody chooses?

I moved.

Your life is better off without my presence tangled in it.

How is it that I am so hard to love?

Some nights, I wish I was an addict. So I'd have something that would give me a temporary high.

واقعیت غمگین ما، دخترهای نسل ما، اینه که یا مهاجرت می‌کنی تا مستقل بشی، یا عروس میشی (و عروس می‌مونی یا طلاق میگیری) تا مستقل بشی. اینجا، هیچ راه دیگه‌ای وجود نداره که بتونی مستقل بشی و سلامت روانت رو به دست بیاری.

The world burns; and I'm making coffee with the heat.

Most of the time, we will say goodbye for the last time without knowing it.

I loved you so much that I forgot how to love me. Now, I love neither you nor me.

My heart has been ripped out of my chest far too many times for it to work properly, even if you place it back into my chest.

Just when I thought I had found an embrace to fly, to call home; It tried to imprison me.

The shards of my broken heart should just rip my chest open and end it all.

I am tired of losing people. Each of them take a piece of me with them. I no longer know how much of me remains. And I seem to not care.

The future should hold no power over your emotions.

I noticed I had dissolved into the grey monotonous days. My sense of self was gone and it had left a faint halo for me to mourn.

Some songs are meant to be lost. The drunken haze shall protect their beauty and identity.

And I can't see why we should continue.