Lovers

There's blood on my hands.
It's yours and it's mine...
It's the blood of a thousand jokes,
A thousand empty promises of forever,
Stolen memories on park benches,
Loud moans over short video clips,
Long talks on the way home through darkness,
Sleepless nights full of voiced horror stories.
And know I never spat a lie between my lips,
Or said one word if I did not deem it truthful...
I just can't help myself from bouncing
Between new lovers every fucking month....
The blood drips thickly down my arms and neck
And leaves trails of broken promises,
Leaves letters written a thousand times, perfected,
Like papercuts across my silky skin.
I'm sorry if I broke your heartstrings,
If what I said ripped you to shreds...
I cannot help my promises, baby,
And I mean every word I ever said.
All that it takes is time and understanding,
A strong-willed lover to control my wonder...
To keep me rooted in strong embraces
Which is why he's the only constant man.
There's regret seeping through my every blood cell,
And I spend nights staring at the moon
Wondering what I did to be like this,
Wondering if I'll ever end this gloom.
I sit up and I think about you,
Your hopeful eyes and constant giggling...
I'll dream of possible outcomes darling
And realize it's all too late for it.
If you get lonely and need someone to lay with
Or need a soft, warm place to lay your head...
Pick up the phone, give me a ring my dearest,
And I'll make it happen for the sake of good times past.
There's blood on my hands,
It's yours and it is mine...
It's the blood of a million words unwritten,
Just know my mind has screamed a million poems
Of promises I always intend to keep.