Oh love is not what people like to think

For it will bring them to the brink:

It is a gun wished fired into her head

It is the sound of a creaking bed

It is holding her while she is sick

It is a clock that just won’t tick

It is the endless fight for the remote control

It is baring one another’s soul

It is the welcome of an open door

It is clothes on the bedroom floor

It is the smell of chicken and home-made gravy

and it is when too much make-up drives you crazy

And love is your car keys in her handbag,

While you go and throw it all away, on some drunken summers day.

~ G McK