14 October 2012

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.

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