lovers almost done

there's one or two
or ten maybe
thirty-five
eighty-two
maybe less maybe more
names and faces
hearts and tongues
beds and limbs
sheets and lips
words and sweat
drinks and drugs
sounds and songs
tastes and smells
places and moments
men and women
most were music makers,
artists
performers
writers
wife beaters, women haters,women lovers, weirdos,
rockstars, wanna-be rockstars, haters,
bed wetters, addicts, dealers, daddys,  habitual liars,
mad men, handsome devils,
many devils
i was lost
and so were they
night after night
i would find myself in another strangers bed
and sometimes i'd really find myself for a moment
other times i would leave more lost than i was before i came
strangers turned lovers
lovers turned strangers
some don't turn at all-
- i need strangers and beds
right now
to fill my nights
to fill my fix
i am broken
badly
more lost now
than before


i am broken
badly broken
yearning for someone
love lost
me
lose me
tonight somewhere
i need to forget
all of it