Broken glass on the floor,
holes punched through the door,
all say I love you & more
to those who've been there before
Pictures out of the frames,
piled up ready for the flames
Curse words & then your name
all in efforts to assign blame
Cell phones with cracked screens,
police called to a domestic scene
Bleached clothes strewn in the tub
all this has to be true love
Ripped clothes thrown on the floor
along with your heart & more
All of this drama, what's it for?
This isn't love, it's settling a score