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