Only the Truth - Johanna Warren

The wound in me picked out the knife in you

Shadows find where shadows meet, like shadows do

The edge that lacerates all lovely things

And perforates the loftiest of dreams

Before they get a chance at coming true

They punctuate our sighs of pleasure with their shadow screams

I’d been told, but to believe it

I had to see it with my own two eyes

I see love everywhere I go

I see the light inside of all of you

What more can I do?

All my words are little incantations

And I wish to invoke only the truth

Though it may ring false at first inside the echo chambers

Of my past, the labyrinth that holds the remnants of the embers

The sacred well of pain

That I’ve returned to time and time again

To fill my vessels with the nectar-torture-poison

That my thirsty muse took a liking to

I’d been told, but to believe it

I had to see it with my own two eyes

I see love everywhere I go

I see the light inside of all of you

What more can I do?