Thief

You've stolen me.

Changed me.

Molded me into a better,

Brighter,

Self.


It's painful to admit,

That I let you in.


That I trust you.

That I love you.


I'm scared.

This is familiar.

I've been scared so long.

It's a basic reaction now.


Fear turns to anger.

And I am so god-damn angry.

I want to throw things.

I want to scream.

I want to steal back what you took.


I want to break myself and you.

I want this because I can't stand this vulnerability.

If I break it, perhaps I can pull away.

Perhaps I can get myself back.


But I know I can't.

I know that we are tied together.

I know that, though I hate this prison, I love it more.


You were a thief.

And I am scared.

And I am angry.


And I am in love.