Disagreements

I stare at the beads,
Lying on the floor.
Scattered around,
From our fight before.

I stare at the china,
Smashed at the wall.
When I threw those plates,
At you in our brawl.

I stare at the red hand,
Lingering on my cheek.
When you had enough,
Of me beginning shriek.

I stare at the tears,
Roll down my face.
Your not coming back.
To make up or embrace.

I remember the hurt,
You had in your eyes.
When I shouted at you.
To say your goodbyes.

I remember you stopped,
Fighting back at that stage.
You knew there was no use,
Fighting my rage.

I'm sorry my love,
For the words I said.
If I lived without you,
I'd rather be dead.