If you want to leave then take all the sins that you've written on my skin as scriptures and throw them in the balcony of Juliet, so no one will ever call out for me in alleys of love, take your breathes out of my existence, take meera out of my blood and void me from your voice. If you want to leave then take out your name spelt as love in my poetries and palms, take the rose that you gave me on our first date and hide
