A sad poem about one girl's heartbreak

A tear slides heavily down her face, with ease and grace
as she looks into the bitter eyes of her demise
the beautiful symphony of their love
now buried
the crescendo of what it once was,
now faded into dust

it's sad how much she gave
and how much, he in turn took away
she was his victim
But, more than that, she was LOVE's victim
like a vampire he drained her,
not of blood, but of love
and she gave it willingly,
for she thought he felt the same
but he never really cared
he thought love was a game,

now she sits in her room crying
threatening to do all kinds of things
because she thinks she's not meant to love
Who's going to be there to comfort her broken heart?
obviously not him,
because he never cared from the start