exchanging quotations

He knew he had hurt her.
No! not just hurt her.
Broken her heart into pieces. 
She was a wreck. 
It was hard for them to lose him

He was every womand dream

He mused
He warmed at that thought.

As he packed his things
She sobbed and cried.
As they all did and should.
Where would she find 
another like him.
When he inevitably left them.
As he always did.
He grew in excitement
For the hunting grounds
The bars and clubs.
God he was good looking.
He thought too good looking 
for just one womans pleasure.

She snivelled some more
Never mind he would be gone
In a few minutes
The world's a playground for me

He gave her his usual banal quote
It was crap of course.
but it seemed to quieten them.

Better to have loved and lost
Than never loved at all.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
He quipped.

She looked up at him
Her eyes red and tearful.
But that was not it.

Something wierd  about her.
She had a malevolence about her.

That was it.
God she looked wild and angry.

Oh God!!
she had a baseball bat
The blur of her swing
 was major league.
It hit him in slow motion

As his legs folded under him
Then  the redness of the pain 
In his brain.
She seemed calm now

As she said.
Getting over a broken heart takes time.
Like getting over your broken legs
The bat blurred gain in an arc.
And broken arms
MISS PIGGY
She whispered