Guide me to a night in June
A memory, distraction so sweet
May cannot come too soon.
Tears crack rivulets into skin
The salt water begging to wash upon every wound
A genuineness in its violence
Love as an act of defiance,
Where does it leave you?
A broken heart, this crippled tune.
Skipping beats, rhythm undone,
No longer aligned, the war is won.
I spark and these words ignite,
Setting alight flames inside this washed up soul of mine.
Hope is something I’ve indulged in,
And nothing has left more scars.