K-love-tomaniac

I’ve always had sticky fingers - small trinkets and memories I make away with because I fear no one would freely give them.

My lips should steal the salt from your skin
Swift fingers to pickpocket soft caresses
My breath to lift the sorrows from
the hole in the pocket inside of your soul
My eyes should hide and tuck away
the memory of you, looking at me
My thieving ears scout whispered secrets
Beheld to me in the pale moonlight

Fragments of time from you I should steal
As I misdirect your attention my way
Covertly slipping the wristband right off
Of the heart you wear tucked under your sleeve

Cut purse they call me, bandit they screech
Stealing sweet sorrows not quite out of reach
Delightfully jingling in my coin purse
Shall I lighten the bag of your loveliest sin
The weight of my penance should drown me.

Deftly I roll the coins of your doubt
Unburdening you from the load it would bear
But for every last thing you have let me steal
My fragile heart, in your clutches remains

Author's Note

Open to all criticism genuinely - my biggest question would have to be if the flow works well because ive spent so long reading it back to myself I cant quite tell anymore if I like rhythm