A really quick , not that great poem ..

He spat angered rage in her face
Picked her heart apart with forceful grace
Dyed his face spotted red
Left her crying beneath her bed

Called her up with horrible news
He loved her for only her blissful spoons
Sucked her lips til they flaked dry
Left her alone to write how she will die

Tear filled eyes decorate the church
Going through memories of her from birth
A picture rested beside her cheaply sewn up body
She died alone in her room while he slept soundly....