Your love is a curse to me. 

I was bewildered, misguided and misrepresented. 

Your love is a curse to me. 

I am still trying to break free from the spell. 

Still, burning in the blaze. 

Your love is a curse, 

It knows to possess, not to release. 

Your love is a curse, 

It knows to control, not to surrender. 

Your love is a curse, 

It cursed my life with lifelong fears and abandonments. 

Your love is a curse, 

You are a cursed lover. 

Your darkness shadowed my life. 

Your love is a curse, 

Like a potion you poisoned me. 

Ruined all the good in me. 

Your love is a curse, 

There is no balm.

No emblem of cure. 

Your love is a curse, 

Till death do I hate you from the last drop of my blood. 

I hate you

from the last breath of my lungs, 

I hate you till the end of my life, 

I hate your face, your name, your character. 

I hate the time I have spent with you – the cursed lover. 

I hate the abandoned castle where you locked the Rupenzal. 

Your love was a torment to me. 

I hated being with you, 

You suffocated me like a quick sand,

All absorbing, never releasing. 

All consuming, never retreating. 

All surrounding, never freeing. 

I hate you from every cells of me. 

I curse you.

I curse you. 

I curse you with all I have. 

You will remain cursed in love. 

Always, deprived!

I hate you so much! 

I hate you so much! 

I simply hate you with all the life energy left within me!

I hate you from head to toe,

I hate your sight.

I hate your existence, 

I hate people like you. 

I hate the very place you belong from. 

I hate the soil you walk on,

I tremendously hate where you stand.

I even hate the language you speak!

I hate you for the change you have brought in me, 

You have made me an indifferent stoic.

I was a cheerful girl, 

I was always playful,

I hate the fact that you have strangulated that girl within me.

(SMHR) (Tormentor)

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Timestamp: 12.30 pm, Tagar