Last time.

The end,
Heart yanked out,
Blood spills,
Last few thumps,
Trying.
Gasping.
One more time.
Knees buckle,
Hands twitching
She’s done a number on you.
Walked off as if there never was.
So much red.
Her walk of triumph
Was I not good enough?
She begged for my heart and killed it when I handed it to her.