One by one, the familiar sweetness of passion was replaced by a distinct repulsive taste of hate.
Today I will clean myself.
I will wash away all these stains from the battles of loving you.
I want to get rid myself of any hint of you.
My memory has your name on all of its wall, and the scars all over my body.
I don't even know where to start.
Why did I let myself love you so much?