quick fix

A quick little fix to turn

The tides that came running

A fire to my soul, igniting

The bits of anger rushing

To soothe a broken soul.

I don’t need a remedy, I say

So whatever you give me

I might puke it out

Or turn away, blindly

But if I feel you’re the one

I can’t say no, no I can’t

Be brave, be yourself

I won’t care what kind

Of a love we're getting

As long as we're forgetting

The lies shoved in us

When we were young

And confused

And bruised

And insane.