The Break Up

As me and her break up,
I see her tears rolling down her make-up.
As I see the scars on her wrist,
I feel my insides twist.

As her blood and hand kissed,
I could feel my hands going into fists.
All I saw was a red mist.

As we say our final goodbyes,
Her tears rolling out of her eyes.
As I remember all the lies,
Her life slowly dies.

This break up was about you'r blood,
If this continues there will soon be a flood.