Crashing In On The Shore

Skinned knees, open wounds.
Crashing back to hate. No one is safe. 
Certainly not you.
The thrills sought after have become worthless.
You need something more.
You and your aching heart.
Your whole life has been riding toward this.
And you will repeat it.
And repeat it, and repeat it.

Crashing In On The Shore ©Hanna Bruer