The hardest wound to heal is a open one
You opened me up and lived in my vulnerability
Reassuring my insecurities
I knew it couldn't be
But I was optimistic anyway
I lose myself in the thought of us
Not knowing us wasn't us at all
You lit a fire in me and now I have third degree burns
Smoke in my lungs you are my cancer
You have non cure only treatments
Just when I think you're gone
You reappear and poison me even more
Everyone has to die
I just didn't know you were my cause of death.