In between the crumpled notes,
on the shifting ground,
see the colors blend,
lines parallel cross again.

Shavings of the words I said,
crack and break their form,
under chipped paint ceilings,
broke down and under fire.

Flash flood of anger and hate,
breaking late, it's a grinding collision,
and in the rubble of something called love,
nothing but division.

Burns on my hands,
my neck and my heart.
Burns everywhere you touched,
burns everywhere you touched.