No more. Enough. She’s done.
She should’ve known better;
but in a moment of insanity,
she didn’t.

She let emotions take control.
A moment of insanity.
A moment of weakness.
She let him in.

Like a burglar climbing in,
through a broken window.
Or one accidentally left open.
She let him in.

Like the burglar,
he stole everything.
She’s done. Enough.
It needs to stop. Now.