where is the love?

i got it ripped out of my chest and stomped on it with my own bare foot. it's oozing and dead on the floor and in the pool of blood that is spilling over i can see my face, twisted and mean. although there is no expression on the outside, the face in the blood is grinning at me and i can feel the hole in my chest grow cold. the cold is spreading throughout every cell on my body and i just stand there staring at the bloody heart smashed all over the floor. that is where the love is. smashed and bloody on the floor with a twisted reflection looking up at me grinning and i am cold.