And this is my "little" poem. Take it critically,please.

EXPECTATIONS

It is too dark,
It is too small,
There is no air to breathe:
Her heart seems small,
Her heart seems dark –
He left and took her breath.

Her Angel says,
Her Angel begs,
“Forget him, he’s in past!”
If he says that,
If he begs that,
It means she’s too in past.

She walks along
Dark narrow street:
On left and right she sees
A lot of souls
The same as she –
All dark, all small. No breath.

She looks in front
It’s heart to see,
She screws up her eyes:
There is a cliff,
Down something red.
It’s getting hotter twice.

She stretches her hands
And looks at them –
They’re red and getting numb.
“How can this be?
How can this come?
What’s happening to me?”

“There is no choice,
It should be so,”
Says voice somewhere inside.
“You’ve chosen this
Yourself. You know.”
“Oh, damn, this voice is right!

When I was young
I dreamt of love
And, finally, it came.
When I was young
I never thought
That it can burn in flame.

But now I see
That there’s no choice.
I see it should be so.
Down the cliff –
My love will burn
He’ll be the first to know!”

When thinking these
She felt so pleased;
She flied up in the air,
Took all the strength
Into the fist
And went down with no fear.

She opened eyes:
The same old room.
“He haven’t come today.”
She was in sweat
From horror dream
Which came at last to end.

It’s 8 p.m.
She puts on cloths,
Feels missing him inside.
She wants to see him
Here and now,
“I need him by my side.”

She sits in car
And flies to him
On wings of love. “I know,
That it was just
A short nightmare.
He loves me, it’s for sure!

I cannot wait
To see him now
And make him a surprise.
When I’m with him
I feel myself
As if in paradise.”

When thinking this
In her old car
She didn’t even guessed
That a surprise
Will be for her:
The first and final test.

She rings the bell.
A minute pasts.
A woman opens door:
She doesn’t know her.
“Oh, Great Lord!
There’s only cloth on her!”

Wow! Wait!
Don’t rush!
Don’t sentence him too fast!
It can be so
That horror dream
Has lost its way to past.

“But what I hear?!
No, this can’t be!
He calls her ‘honey bun’!?
And asks her, ‘Who the hell
Have came and
Crashed all our fun?’

This can’t be him!
No, it’s his voice…”
He’s entering the hall.
The common picture
For such case:
His lover and his girl.


She stares at him.
He smiles a bit.
Her feelings deeply torn.
“I used to think
That with this man
I’ll go through every storm.

How fool I was
When said him ‘Yes’.
We’d married in a week!”
She puts off ring
From her left hand:
It fells on flour with clink.

She left the room
And slammed the door.
“How can he cheat on me?
He sweared in love
Two days before…
May be it was my dream?..”

So many thoughts
Came to her mind
And many else will come.
She will feel
Deep gash on her heat
And love that wriggles far