Poetry of Love, Life, and Pain

Thief

You became my friend then my lover,

but suddenly you made me a loner.

I trusted you with all my heart,

and now it's a pile of dust.

I lost my family and life,

but you already had a wife.

All this pain is so real,

and it is the only thing I feel.

You played with me once again,

and then you rubbed it in my face.

Now I'm left with was used to be,

and you are to blame;

You became the thief.

All that I have left is pure misery,

as I lay and cry, suffering with this grief.

The insecurity I fell,

is always real.

You don't see things the way I do,

but you still take the credit when it works.

You're a sly thief without a heart,

and you managed to take away my sanity.