these open wounds cover my body
they are battle scars
they are all those empty promises we made
they are all of those forgotten kisses
they make up what is killing me
your smile at my jokes
that way you scrunched your nose when you slept
the shakiness in your voice when i called you
how your voice cracked the first time you said i love you
it's salt in my cuts
i still fight
despite all the damage you've done
