You thought that I bore myself open to you,
But, really, that couldn't be any less true.
I'm vulnerable only in shadows of night,
With claw marks littering all my flesh in sight.
My heart is a locked cage, buried deep inside
Where no one can reach it. Ha. Trust me, I've tried.
As much as I long to show you my scars,
They're hidden behind sleeves and quiet in cars.
I know that I've broken your trust yet again,
But I gave you my word and signed it in pen.
This poem is proof. There's no blood on my wrists.
I hope one day this contract won't have to exist.
I won't say I'm sorry. Frankly, it's too late,
But I'm starting over. Today is the date
That will be the last time I make myself bleed.
I hope you believe me when you give this a read.
I swore I didn't want to hurt you, you know.
But instead I made it worse and it really, really blows.
It'll take some time to win back your trust,
But I have to do it again. I have to. I must.