Not to be loved

Warm eye’s smiling at one another
Our bodies lay tangled under his warm sheets
Starring into his warm liquid blue eyes I pause
How many lies have I whispered to you love?
How many lies have you believed love?
I’ve slept with many men beside’s you
Yet you hold me in your arms as if us,
Is the best thing that’s ever happened to you?
Are you aware that my lips have touched fifty others love?
That I’ve broken the rules of our relationship fifty times love
If I whispered the unknown truth into your delicate ear would you believe me?
Would you believe me when I whispered my last confession?
That all the men I’ve touched, all the bed’s I’ve laid in, all occurred when we, were us.
I’m sorry love, but I have betrayed you fifty to many times.
I’m leaving you now, because I cannot tell you the truth,
for my own pride, and for the fact that your heart is still mine.