Something Stolen

you stole something from me.

pieces of me I can never get back,

and all the others after you

will try to rebuild me,

like the toys they 

played with when they 

were young. 

we both know that 

they can't replace the 

things you took. 

they can't fill the holes

you made.

you stole my fire.

you stole my existence. 

and i pray to whatever 

god you believe in 

that it burns you 

alive and

ruins you 

like it has me.  

Reviews

[Chris]

We don't choose whom we love - just whom we like... and the pain when it's not OR no longer returned is crushingly total.

[A.L.]

A tasteful blend of bitterness and similes that produced a raw poem.
Well written Katy.

[Carola]

words of passion, from a wounded soul.
cheerio carola

[k.s.]

Thank you Carola!

[DANGER]

Yay! How pretty: worded out. Big individual invisible thoughts.

[k.s.]

Thank you!