With The Beating of her heart

She put him out, like the burning end of a midnight cigarette

She stole his purpose, like a thief at the heart of a jewel storeShe shut his joy, like the kid on a fall from a swing seatThen, she crushed his heart, like the nut at the base of a bobby's boot.   He made her cry, as she thought of the lovely days spent past.She sang her plight, silently so no one could hear her cry.She sank in liquor all night to wipe his memories off her mind.Then, she cried to the winds, as they violently stripped her of her joy.   No amount of alcohol, not even the whole tavern could tame his heartHe rolled in filth, as her memories tormented him in his thoughtsHe couldn't believe that she’d never ever loved himHe couldn't bear it; she still was fresh in his heart   The bottom of the bottle didn't even start to quench her pain  Though no one knew, she stuffed her head in shame and solitudeShe found it hard to believe she did send him offIt was too much to bear; he grew ever stronger in her heart   He cried his love, as the people watched him level the final bottleShe blamed herself and wished she'd never let goHe put the gun to his scalp as cold tears ran down his cheekShe held the trigger firm at her heart where she could never stop loving himHe pulled the trigger and with his brains flew thoughts of herThen, she pulled the trigger and smiled as thoughts of him stopped with the beating of her heart.