You stole my heart, you little thief,
And now my writing too
So days go by, and I ponder how
I could have
Ever
Loved you.
Simple, Babe,
I don't.
Not now,
Not for eternity
But consolation comes in knowing you still think of me
Was it true, my sweet,
My heart,  
My personal pet peeve?
And though it pained to watch you go
I love to see you leave.
Find your life and far from me,
My room's too small for two.
And when you're lonely
Think of me.
And know I don't of you