The greatest thief of all time
Was the first boy I loved
He stole and he stole and he stole
From every girl who crossed his path

Including me

And now I'm left
With hardly anything
Just the shattered memories of him
Because he threw them across the room

And my broken heart
That he took in his horrific hands
And squeezed until it broke
Claiming it as his own

My
hands
were not
big enough
to hold all your grief
and sew your broken parts together,
my hands were only big enough
to caress your skin,
showing me
just how
you
bled

In the aftermath she stays by his side
Willingly oblivious to his misplaced pride
Selfishly ignoring everyone’s despair
Because she doesn’t hear the scream lingering in the air
She’ll fall into routine, hanging on for the ride
Taking anything and everything he says into stride
Until nightmares violate her bedside
And her heart is stripped bare
In the aftermath
Just like the rest of us, she’ll feel cast aside,
Causing her pain to be amplified
Regretting their affair
Because living has become too much to bear
Through eyes that see how the ones before her have died
In the aftermath