Where do I start with you. Thief. Taking all of my belongings. I remember when you first grabbed my attention. You still haven't given that back. Now I'm glued to the channel that is your perfection. As the series got intense you stole my focus. Almost like you knew what made me attentive. So relentless. After a while you snatched my spare time. Every free moment I had became dedicated to you. Where are you keeping it all? Thief. Where is my dedication. You took that from me and had a celebration. You pick pocketed my time. Every minute I should have had to myself definetly wasn't mines. You should be convicted or indicted. Because you took this poem. Im sure you can recite it. And when you do, ima stop and listen. So when you finally take my heart I hope you're ready for the consequences.