Blood stained into the ground on the sidewalk where he told her "its over"
Up her apartment stairs and onto her doorstepDrops of blood and tears on the carpetBlood leading to broken glass in the living roomTables broken, glass shattered from anger and painHer hands cut with glass"What's wrong?" Her mother asked and she replied "you wouldn't understand"The blood gets on the doorknob and door to her room which she slams harder than the way she fell for himShe throws herself on the bed and continues to bleed and cry out as her mother questions her actionsMemories of what was and what could have been began to flash in front of herThey soon become tears and with every wipe of every tear she erases those expectationsThe bleeding in her hands stop as she begins to stop cryingBut the bleeding that began outside on the sidewalk will only stop when she finds someone who can repair her broken heart