Tuesday, 2 January 2018

stolen


She stole from me, took something,
a longing, sense of belonging,
gone in an instant, taken from me,
all gone, a long con, now empty.

She took, the thing that kept me strong,
it kept me going, fighting on,
kept my blood flowing, and then she was gone.
she knew it, still she removed it,
ran with it, abused it.

she withdrew all we had, vanished in the blink of an eye,
no tears left to cry, to part was enough,
to lose this aswell, it hurt like hell, so tough.

she stole from me, she took my heart.


thanks for reading.
Kyle (the heartless poet?)

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