It's the longest of all nights,

So I decide to fall asleep,

Yet encounter one of the biggest frights

And can hardly utter a peep.

It's that something I feel,

Right between the stem.

I was to act like it was no big deal,

Otherwise, I'd catch the attention of them,

And I barely did.

I remember protesting against it,

And through my tears, I hid.

And yet, you still hit.

"It's been over a year,"

"Why can't you let go?"

Yet it's your breath I hear,

And it's my fear that will only grow.

Because when people touch me,

And I cannot see them,

I assume it's you that it must be.

"Ahem?"

And I am saved.

But I remember it all;

I couldn't make it out unscathed,

Without leaving the road we paved.

I wore a hoodie, a t-shirt,

Jeans, and boots.

And somehow, you looked hurt,

As if it was I who shoots.

You threw "my" shirt at me,

Of which I saw you purchase in your size,

And I was embarrassed in front of all to see,

As I looked into your yellow eyes.

Scrub. Scrub. Clean.

And I should've shut the door,

When I found out you were so mean,

But shoved it in a drawer.

It sits in the back of my mind.

It burns my chest.

And everywhere I go, I see your kind,

In the never-ending search for rest.