Bruises and Battle Scars

These bruises...
These cuts and scrapes... my battle scars.
I both inflicted them and took them willingly...
Willingly and eagerly.
Eagerly I stabbed and slashed
at the body that was once intact.

These bruises...
These cuts and scrapes... my battle scars.
I, with them, grasped reality.
That in life, i would always have pain.
They could be bruises and go away,
or they could be scars and remain...

But these bruises...
These cuts and scrapes... my battle scars.
I cannot fathom a life that wasnt once "ours".
I am and they are part of me.
Part of me and of whom I will be...