I started stealing recently
Because of the feeling of power it gave me,
Like if somehow all that power
Would make the healing go faster,
But it only got me caught.
I started small, petty theft,
A piece of gum; not a lot.
The thrill was exciting
And made my heart beat stronger.
Every store was inviting me in saying,
"Come, stay a little longer."
So I did.
I lingered and I watched, and my
Heart raced as I fingered each item
With my eyes and paced the aisles restlessly.
They were just trinkets, what I stole,
Nothing anybody would miss,
Not like I did every night as I woke up
without a kiss
without a voice
without something to call my own.
So I started stealing to, if anything,
Distract me from what I was so painfully feeling.
Staring up at the ceiling every night
In a too large bed
With too many thoughts in a too small head.