To add salt to the wound,
To feel the burn,
Tense up as flesh begins to turn.
To add salt to the wound,
You trace the blade where skin still splits,
Expose the fault lines—find where you fit.
To add salt to the wound,
The first cut wasn’t enough?
This tough love sure is tough.
Wasn’t the blood and tears proof you reached the bone?
Cut so deep, even skeletons are shown.
To add salt to the wound,
You twist the knife sunk in my back—
Love is blind, and the quickest attack.
To add salt to the wound,
You watch me swallow pain like pride,
Mouth full of blood & you sit and watch me cry.
Let it drip, let it pool, let it soak through the sheets,
Because you cheat where we count the sheep.
To add salt to the wound,
You hold the match to gasoline skin,
Watch me burn, then call it sin.
Wasn’t the fire in my eyes already proof?
I was doomed before you even lit the fuse.
To add salt to the wound,
You drink from my veins like they’re yours to consume,
Play me, then tell me this is something I should be used to.
Is this love, or is this fake?
I can’t tell—somehow you give and take.
To add salt to the wound,
You kiss my scars just to split them apart,
Promise me healing while breaking my heart.
Leave me aching, leave me bare,
Look at me with a blank expression—a cold stare.
To add salt to the wound,
I love you.
Need I say more?
To add salt to the wound,
I close my eyes and open the door.
Let the draft in, let the night take its course,
Let it hurt and let the sting be ignored.
You season the pain like it’s something to savor,
Ignoring the signs that I want you to save her.
So rub it in til I’m raw—to add salt to the wound,
Leave the bones for you to gnaw at, that’s how much I love you.