T he wounds have scabbed over
My tears have dried

It's all just a watery, faded, blood-stained memory

In my head
Memories
In my head

What about your head?
Do you have the memory there?
Of last night?

Does it stick out
With painful edges?
Do you desperately try to cover it up
To no avail?

Does it make you shudder
and shiver
inside?

What about your view of me?
Did my extreme measures taken
Completely change it?
Break it?
Into a thousand little pieces
A thousand little drops
Of blood
On my carpet?

That you helped clean up.

Once gone there,
You can never go back.

You stayed
Without my asking

And now you can never leave
The memory behind