Come and wipe the soot off my body (because your touch burnt me), erase my memory (because your words scarred me), take your lips and kiss my body (so you can taste the places your fingertips imprinted on me), get the scissors and cut off my long black hair (so that I can forget how your hands felt in my hair) and sober my soul, (for I am still intoxicated on you).

But don't stop my heart from beating or else you'd be homeless.