Heartfelt Theft

Heartfelt Theft

So you think that you know me,
all the strings that pull me up.
Fraying, twisting, strangling,
slowly suffocating my soul.

Sometimes you know me better,
better than I always think I do.
Running away from who I am,
hiding so far away from you.

So you think you love me,
the way that friends ought to,
miss me when I keep stay away,
glad when I return to you.

I run away to leave you in doubt,
hurt you when you are already down,
kick you down when I feel low,
cuss at you before I go.

Yet, you linger there and hope,
that I come back and stay,
because you somehow like me
and don’t want to see me go away.

Though I tried, I see no sense,
how someone can love this thing,
this creature that is my house,
because my thorns are sticking out.

You panic when I suddenly leave,
I don’t care when you run off,
to somewhere better or equally bad,
my heart is just empty like my bed.

They say you feel connected,
when you are together and love.
I just pray to god, I feel the same,
so I don’t have to live my life in vain.

In hope that my heart returns to me,
perhaps someone took it away you see.
They have to return what is not their own,
because without it, my heart is just a hole.