Through

She pulled out my heart from where she kept it

Her left back pocket

Close to those cement mixer hips, rock hard and sexy

On that amazing ass was where that pocket lived

She threw it down and sromped on it pointing

Go!

I thought it was a row

I was still trapped by powder blue eyes, like a shadow to the ground

She jumped up and down on it with her tall boots

Sqwish, sqash, I didn't get it ; a wounded puppy was I

Finally after she took out her phone and deleted me, I no longer existed

Did I get it, we were through