She's lost In A Sea Of Poetry

Salt

You made a wound when you broke me.

But now it is not your fault,

I am suffering more,

All because i keep on pouring in salt.

I feed the wound with the memories.

And it is not your fault,no it is not your fault

that they all seem to burn like salt.

So delicious but painful,

they are just like salt.

What once was sweet,now so bitter to remember.

Oh how much more salt will i pour into these open wounds on my heart?

I think I'm done playing with salt.

No more pain to add.

I will leave it all behind.

And touch new sugar instead,

of the painful salt.

Oh,i might,if i just might say it is partially your fault,

That these memories now all burn like salt.

I tried to push you away, put up shields,and save myself.

I was afraid to get hurt.

Then you did the same,and then you hurt me.

We are both to blame for the way we played this game.

And now all that is left behind of us is salt.