Heart ripped out via the throat

It’s six-thirty in the morning. Another
day, same routine. I hope today is
different- be careful what you wish for.
Beyond my imagination, in just a few
hours I am about to get my heart
severed and served to me on a plate.
Ironically, it’s July 4th. Do you see the
irony in this? She tells me so matter
of factly (not a word, but it works),
that she can’t be in a relationship…
blah, blah, blah. My head is spinning.
I’ve died inside. My heart ripped out
via the throat.