You can steal a look at strangers
incoming. Hide with hidden
footprints. Climb at leaves without
crunches. Rummage without noise.
Breathe without sound. Cry with
pillow biting. Hurt with scarring skins.
That's how it hurt while you hide, like
an incoming arrow coming to struck.
We don't define what hurt us that's
why it keeps coming. And some, they
are genetic. They hurt like **** and
they live within your soul. But, love's
free, and approachable. It's a sacrifice
you made to live well in the world
that's full of water and no space.