Remember?

You bled out for me that night
Your thick, red insides pooled around my feet
And if I felt anything for that reflection of us
I didn't let it show.
I wanted to swallow those words
And sweep all of you that I had broken
Under the bed that we had shared
Tangled, warm
Hundreds of times
Because I knew that none of it
Could ever be returned to you
But instead I choked out
More terrible things
As red and angry as your spilled self.
I wrung out my sweater
It seemed too heavy,
drenched
in you,
And as I let it drip dry
I walked away stained
But felt so, so clean.