Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts

Brusied knuckles and bloody noses

Every time i kissed your bruised knuckles and cleaned up your bloody nose, you said i was the one for you.
But where are you now?
You came back with your knuckles already kissed and your once bloody nose cleaned.
Did you tell her the same thing?
I was then the one who received a bloody nose from you this time.
The blood trailed down into my mouth,
Leaving with my mouth full of foul tasting copper.
You didn't even try to clean me up.
You just left,
When all i did was clean you up every time you came home.
-please forgive me