The depth of a broken heart

She was eager 
She was very excited 
She knew how the leaves took their turn to spread apart
She heard about the new valentine special,
She creased her shoes,
She ran and ran-
Opening her heart to a man
He didn’t dare to “stan.” 
A man.. 
A horror show..
A man with fruitful desires,
Much worse
His deception grew wider 
He no longer knew who was a plaything to him and who was his real thing to him
He is unfaithful 
She Denies it
She is scared 
She blames everyone 
Not herself 
Not the man 
Not the sun,moon or stars 
But the people who broke the news to her 
She’s bitter
She walks into the room 
Her eyes begin to divert 
Her attention is focused on the man 
He doesn’t care 
He and his plaything 
On the bed 
She can’t stand life 
She wants to leave 
She can’t 
She won’t 
She’s scared 
This woman 
These women 
Those omen
Those bad omen
The smell 
The smell of a woman who is angry 
It consumes her 
She picks up a golf stick 
And BAM 
POW 
KAPOW
Like In comics 
She has just hit the plaything 
Well the man 
The man is alive 
He runs away 
While the plaything is dead 
The woman is pronounced dead 
She can’t feel anything 
Her last days on earth 
She says 
I should have killed the man 
I should have slaughtered him like a pig 
I should have butchered his body and fed it to his dogs
A harsh word 
You can’t take it back 
You can’t rewind 
All is left is two dead women 
And a man who is about to get married to his new plaything 
Welp!