Book of poems

Thief with no grief

You thief

With no grief.

You stole my heart.

You ripped it in half

And tore it apart.

It was throbbing in pain

But you had no shame.

It bled and bled.

Day after day,

Now what do you have to say?

Nothing you thief. You little little thief.

I sat and I cried.

You never said goodbye.

You came back again.

Making me feel like a hen.

We kissed. We hugged.

Then the next day you didn't budge.

You stole my soul.

And left nothing for me.

I was empty.

I felt like a broken bowl.

Now you see,

We were not meant to be.

You repeated this series.

To many other 'dearies'

You thief,

You robber,

You never had any grief.

This poem was made for a friend. Her boyfriend was a player and she got played. She was really sad for like a month but then relized that she wasn't the only one. He called everyone his "dear" or "dearie" or "dearest" so thats what dearie means in this poem. So yeah. Vote, comment, whatever else you wanna do!. <3