Don't tell me about your wounds
we did enough of that to one another,
I tore at you,
you came at me,
until
thankfull
release set us free.
I'm sorry,
it's over
you wanted this way more then me.
I'm glad
it has ended,
there isn't much left,
a few tattered flags
on the battleground of us.
We limp away from each other,
ribbons of flesh hanging,
go your way,
I'll go mine.
