You were the heart in my poems
You are the shadow behind the words
You were the light
You were the life
You are the heartache beneath my smile
You are darkness
And you
                  Pull
                           Me
                                  In
                                        ...

Quand elle me parle du ciel,
Je n'ais d'yeux que pour elle.
Quand elle me parle des cieux,
Je n'ais d'yeux que pour nous deux.

C'est le genre de douleur que l'on désire,
Le genre qui nous manque quand elle n'est pas là.
Celle qui fait mal,
Mais que l'on regrette lorsque l'on s'en va,
Et que l'on passe notre vie à espérer ressentir.
C'est le genre de douleur que je garde en moi,
Que j'entretiens chaque jour un peu,
En lisant les lettres que jadis tu m'envoyais,
A la lueur d'une bougie,
Les nuits où je me sens seule.

-Enjoying the view?
-I'm going to jump.
-Sure.
-Sure?
-Who am I to say you shouldn't jump? Perhaps they deserve it.
-Who?
-The people's hearts you're going to break when you touch water like concrete and dismember yourself. I heard it's painful.
-How do you know?
-I'm a forensic pathologist. I observe dead bodies all day long. I know when something hurts.
-Maybe the external pain wouldn't be as painful.
-As?
-My crushed heart? I know when something hurts, too.
-What did he do to you?
-Love somebody else.
-Then move on.
-I cannot move on.
-Then leave.
-Why?
-So he cannot hurt you anymore.
-The other end of the world isn't far enough.
-No man is worth this kind of hurt.
-This one is.
-No one is.
-I have forgotten how to be happy again.
-Start with a smile.
-*Even smiling breaks my heart.

"Lethal:
1. Sufficient to cause death.
2. Very harmful or destructive"

The dictionnary's definitions of lethal is my only definition of you.