Her Aşk Katilidir Bir Öncekinin

Every Love is a Murderer of the Previous One

Now I'm on the slope of a windy hill
The city is silent
And there are stations for separation in this city
I become a child with misspelled, shivering, and dirty thoughts of you
I play a patched past with seagull carcasses attached to my life
From lives built on tests and suicides
I take the wildest side of the night into my diary

Stopping to write poems along the way
It has become a new way of life for me in recent days
Maybe I find myself crowded in you
I come to you with flocks of swallows
While you're asleep
My father dies every night nowadays
My mother turns into a nihavent scream
It hurts me the most to be without you
Then I hang myself in the hanging gardens of Babylon
To wake up

While you're telling me about an old love
My mouth becomes a silence made of what you say
I bleed so many times if you knew
(or if you never knew)
Your face stands like a silent gun behind your voice
I think I'm a poorly constructed sentence
A truck loaded with night overtakes my sleep

I know there's loneliness under your pillow
Yet I asked you for a glass of water
Not the Mediterranean
The last lonely one belongs to me in this city
Istanbul follows me
Oh girl who carries childhood as a smile on your face
Do you always keep your childhood to yourself

Even if a cloud sticks to my mouth made of your absence
A bullet bouncing off a rock
Our wildest side becomes sometimes
And I always leave myself from you
Every murderer's love
Every love's murderer
The perpetrator of the previous one
I always become
I always die

From the corridors reaching into me
You always smiled when you saw me
And I was always late to you
I was always left behind
Then I would bleed

If you had descended into me with the rains
My inside was inclined towards you
The occupations on my face were black from you
Loving you was my most secret way of crying
What I would write to you would never end even if I erased
And I
I was nothing in you
While you were everything in me

My dear, my loneliness accumulated under your pillow
Turns you into someone who exists for yourself and disappears for me
And the more you run away, the closer you are to yourself actually
Delayed loves resemble ruined cities, you know
And one day, lovelessness will take you away from me
That's why
You always be loved
Always loved
Loved