The Thief

hey shinta here...this is a poem i wrote about nine months ago. It was in the mist of a horrible time in my life. Love lost and pain unsued. I would love any comments on to if this poem affects you as much as it still afects me.


The thief

I will never understand it
I will not even try
every time you got mad at me
I would break down and cry

you never knew what you did to me
made me feel like shit
degraded me in subtle ways
all the while making me sick

I loved you and cared about you
I guess you could never see
that I had blind devotion
even when you were raping me

I lost my virginity
my most sacred possession
you took it roughly and without remorse
you even smirked at my pain

even after all of that
I never was lead astray
I stayed by your side
until the very day

you decided that I was not enough
I never would have guessed
that for all the things I did for you
I was nothing more that this

my heart was shattered
my eyes filled with tears
my head swimming with emotions
pain coming to subdue the fears

I see it now that it is done
I will never look back
even as my heart calls for you
I can not ever look back

you are a horrible person
I was a fool not to see
that for every time I comforted you
you stole a piece of me