Analysis of "Love"

The voiceless house overtakes my empty mind simultaneously pulling my body further into the cell that I call a room. The dully lit cigarette dwindling from my fingertips and the now dried mascara laps over the wine-colored lipstick stain across my flushed cheek. I look back down at the paper as the mirror shakes her head in disappointment watching while I carefully write the "I Love You's" I never got to say in beautiful red ink. Revenge whispers sweet nothings into my ear like a well-known friend as she brushes away the slowly falling tears damping the coffee-stained letter that is my love's last goodbye, just before I finally sign the letter with one final kiss.