and on our way in the direction of hell, we destroyed each other.
little did i know that losing you would be so much more painful
than fighting against you. that even your most terrifying words
and my countless slaps in your face were easier to endure
than the knowledge, that we would never see each other again.

no matter how much we hated each other sometimes
in the end we needed us as much as the flower needs the sun.
as much as the human needs air to breathe or water to drink.