I can revive him with my own hands

If love was this door, I've slammed it in your face, ran out to the balcony and jumped to the ground.
I've sponged the place in gasoline before igniting the foundation and burning it to ashes.
to ashes...
If love was a plane, then I've flown it to the highest point, but then let it come crashing down to earth.
Fasten your seatbelts, we're going down now.
If love was a child then I've scolded him to no end.
He's been filled the nothing inside,
until the day when bullets filled the emptiness inside him from his own gun, from his own hands.
Love became the pill that stopped his shakes.
He's never crossed a man's face so hard.
Love became the pill that put him under.
He's never scratched a man's heart so deep.
If love was born to die then I've buried him six feet under.
if you take the one and minus him by two, you've got the end of the world before its even begun.
Although I've murdered his whole heart, I can revive him with my own two hands.