Stolen


The pain of losing you was unbearable,
Something that scarred me for the rest of my life.
Your parting words were inscribed on my heart
And every time I tried to paint over them
They appeared like lingerie under a see through dress.

I tried to change myself,
Turning off my pulse,
Trying to stop the flow of pain through my blood,
Trying to stop my sadness and sorrow.

The last thing I remember from the day you left
Was your silhouette at the door.
The kind of thing you see after someone robs your home,
I guess I can call you a robber then,
Because you stole my happiness when you left through that door.

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