Untitled Feeling

The operation

The hunters roaming with scary echoes, tried hiding inside of my blanket, foes-

Get more love, laughing at my wounds, immoral history, attempting to suffocate my breathing.  

I didn't solve the cross multiplication, that multiply my fears. 

Didn't know that implication will trouble me down.

My friends' words that cut me, that I couldn't look through your eyes. 

'Coz I'm a pathetic, backstabber, stubborn human being. 

How could they push my buttons? I keep picturing,

And I can't subtract the pain they bought.

You swept the walkway and made an effort to trash my present.

And I lose myself in a daydream that told me not to listen.

With my low messy bun, you told me I'm clean.

You were secretly added to my fantasy.

My fear multiplied through the years. You told me to close my eyes.

When I can't subtract the pain, you kiss my skin and brush away the pain.

The sorrow didn't kill me or divide me. You lift me with a smile.

I thought I met the dead-end street, yet you stared at me.

You stayed there with me and added in history.