Sunday, January 22, 2012

Thief

thief
He stole it.
My heart.
Ripping it from the veins
that were loving another.
There it lies.
In a cooler for him.
For his icebox.
Won't he take it and keep it?
Let it warm him
Protect him
Please him.
Won't he love me?
From what I can see
He and Me will never be.
Be alone
In a room.
I make him stand
He makes me hot
We go through this routine a lot.

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