Robbery

The eventual demolition of a house.

You entered me like I was a house you could rob,

You stole the furniture,

You stole my innocence,

But that wasn’t enough.

 

You entered me like I was a house you could rob,

This time, you stole the carpets and the wallpaper,

You stole my soul,

And you left a present in my house,

But that wasn’t enough.

 

You entered me like I was a house you could rob,

This time, you weren’t alone,

You stole the foundation on which the house stood,

You stole everything I had left.

There is nothing left to steal, 

There is no house left,

No innocence,

And no soul,

Only a shell.

Reviews

[Tina]

I was in a 4 year relationship and I felt robbed to if your poem is about loving someone that just takes and doesn't give. Good poem

[undisclosed]

Thank you for your review, I've loved her since I was 13, but it just broke me.

[John the Baptist]

Was this a robbery, or was the door left unlocked?

[undisclosed]

At first, I didn't know I had to lock my door, but after the first time I never unlocked my door again.

[Chris Shaw]

That must have been difficult to deal with. I have lived in my home for 38 years. That would be devastating. Losing a huge part of your life. The way you have written this poem, makes the entering of the house sound abusive. That actually has quite a good effect.

Chris

[undisclosed]

Thanks Chris, I'm trying really hard to just have meaning behind my words, thank you for reading my work.

Ruby

[Chris Shaw]

That's fine Ruby. Pleased to know your name. Pretty name.

[undisclosed]

Thank you.

[Another Relic]

yes, all things related. finding love again is doubly hard when you've been stripped of everything you are.

[undisclosed]

I'm gald you see my point of view.