definitely from darker days

I bite my lip till it bleeds.
So many names dragged through the weeds.
I think it is time for you to end it.
There is no chance to mend it.
Verbal barbs escalate with every exchange.
It seems so deranged.
Love has flown the coupe long ago.
You just can’t let it go.
Nothing is there but the ashes,
Another dish crashes.
Spinning out of control.
Hanging on to empty air.
Not wanting to give into despair.
This is beyond repair.
No happy ending
No fabric there for the mending
Just a heart that needs mending.
I just sit by and watch love die.