Salt in the Wound

Salt in the Wound

You said forever like it meant nothing,
Laughed while I sank and called it loving.
You wore my trust like a souvenir,
Then disappeared — just vanished clear.

You were salt in the wound, not a cure,
A storm I begged myself to endure.
You gave just enough to keep me blind,
Then turned your back, left me behind.
Now I taste the truth, raw and crude—
You were never love,
Just salt in the wound.

You kissed like fire but froze my soul,
Took all the light, then left the hole.
Every promise was rehearsed,
And I believed—oh, I was cursed.

You were salt in the wound, dressed in grace,
A mask of charm, a hollow face.
I reached for hope, you fed me doubt,
Then smiled sweet as you walked out.
No healing touch, no quiet tune—
Just silence sharp
And salt in the wound.

I don’t bleed for you anymore,
But I still feel
What came before.
You taught me cold, you taught me pain—
Now I don’t break
When it rains.

You were salt in the wound, not the balm,
The cause of chaos, wearing calm.
You looked like love, but you were doom—
A fading light
In a dying room.
But I’ve moved on, past your fumes—
Still, I remember...
Salt in the wound.