Painter

She wanted to destroy something beautiful,
moon-drunk on the fatefully tragic.
Couldn't walk away when she was up
but had to draw it out, out
to the last gasping squeeze.
Only complete ruin could stop her.
When at last it was clear love gone,
a switch turned and bam! No interest.
Couldn't even fake wanting to try.

They lay apart eternally separated.
Pod halves pried open, fruit long eaten.