There were bruises

You left staining my neck and back.

There were cuts

You dug deep into my flesh.

There were sweet memories

You draped over my crumbling mind.

There were all these things

And there were more.

You took your pound of flesh from me,

But how can I be angry

When I offered you the same?

So I spoke my last,

I let you know.

And you were already on your way.

So I felt crazy.

So I felt hurt.

There was one more choice to make,

And I chose to regenerate.