He saw the trails where the tears had stained her once perfect skin.
Her starry eyes were no longer brilliant,
But red rimmed and empty;
Only the dark void of nothingness was visible in her gaze.

He knew that her skeletal figure wasn’t always so displeasing.
And that her bleak expression, was once charismatic.
She use to laugh, and smile, and love.
She loved.

At the final glance he saw it,
How the blouse absorbed it all.
He once favored the way the silky material laid on her form;
The shade of pearl was now tainted by her bleeding chest.
The dark rouge liquid pulsated from her empty cavity,
The wound fresh, right over her left breast.

He shifted his eyes away from the sad, incomplete woman
Knowing with full knowledge that it was him
He did this to her.

When he stole her heart.