What"s Love Got To Do With it 

 Gently with your left hand you touch my face and whisper I love you

As salty drops flow down the side of my cheek and  mixed with blood that trickle from the lips you not too long kissed

Lips that hours ago held the sweet nectar that you appeared to hunger for

Lips that tasted the sweetness that  was you

Now they tremble with fear as the bitter taste of my own blood replace the sweetness that was

Like a clap of thunder your right had met my face in its path no gentleness could be found

The thunder rolled, lightening flashed and stars sparkled from my eyes.

My ears rang from the numerous B-I-T-C-H that flowed from your lips like venom from a serpents' bite

I stood bewildered, belittled and betrayed

 Perplexed and confused

How could the same mouth that said I love you and kissed me with such passion recoiled with the poison you now hurl at me

How could one hand caress and the other injure brake and destroy

Two hands

What the hell has love got to do with it?