Play with Love

Picture frame won't hang no more.
Her tears descend to the floor.
Thought she'd been cut the deepest.
You put that thought to rest.

It's intriguing how you cut her deeper everyday.
She hopes soon she will waste away.
she asks, how can you not know if you love me?
When you were so sure you would never leave.

Broken and confused.
She thought she gave you her all.
Now her heart blood stained and bruised.
Feels as though she might fall.

Why should she think you care?
If you did then you'd be here,
convincing her not to jump.
This is the burn when you play with love.