Although my reclaimed possessions are many,

a garbage bag filled with

blood-stained and dirt clothes

tickles my nerve.

This is where I get

stuck.

I am asking

for a reimbursement.

Can you tell me where those emotions I invested in,

yes, invested, where did they go?

The effect of impulsive, irrational love is

comparable to post rollercoaster nausea.

And, here, I calculated everything so meticulously,

expecting profitable interest

but am only left with blank eyes and

a hanging mouth.