The door to my heart
Was always left ajar
In hopes that some lovely soul
Would make himself at home.
I should have had
The foresight
To keep it closed
And lock it tight
When you arrived;
A charming thief
In the dead of night.

He was up late again, reading one of his many comic books, when he heard the usual scratching at the back porch. So engrossed in his title, the youth ****** from his chair and crept toward the window. A band of large masked creatures scurried off into the gloomy, moonless night. The boy thew on his coat and grabbed a flashlight and camera as he headed out onto the back porch. He glanced at one of the raccoons just as he scampered into the gigantic black berry bush below his field. The boy decided to take a closer look. He started to move toward the giant bush below his field when he suddenly tripped over something on the ground. As he across to his feet, he noticed a small door covered with branches and dirt. He brushed away the ******* and stared at the small door in the ground. With out much thought, he put his shacking hand to the handle and slowly opened the door. Hundreds of tiny stairs led their way to a huge room, miles wide and long, but only about four feet high. The room was quiet, he was about to scream when he heard the same scratching noise that was at his back porch, only this sound was louder. The boy slowly turned. His heart pounding in his chest; his body like steel iron. Then, a sudden hush goes over the whole room. He opened his eyes to meet a four foot raccoon staring at him. The animal lifted his head to the boy and whispered, "tag, your it!"

He's sitting there, with that intense stare, forgetting about the world and daring to care. He's not prince charming, if anything he's Shrek, but the ogre stole my heart in the end. He's beautiful, I hope everyone can see, with his open brown eyes. He's a mess I must confess but what matters is inside.

When I fell in love with him, it wasn't a fairy tale. It was tears and laughter and lies and growth. Nothing kept me going except a solid maybe and an urging instinct to leap into his arms.

When I met him it was even worse, we were looking for benefits and nothing else. But instead we found each other and a possible forever. Who would have known a thief was in my midst? Who knew he could just be it? Not I. Even though before I was interested I felt comfortable and that our hearts just might share beats, I never imagined where he could take me.

Maybe years from now I will laugh at my young heart, but I pray I look back and smile and show our grandchildren this.

How daring am I in writing. I said that aloud in written form. I admitted it. Who have I become? Its crazy how crazy in love I am with him. He changed the romantically cynical and dead into a dreaming sap.

All because he was brave enough to steal my heart. He traversed Wonderland looking for a fabled girl named Grace, simply because I intrigued him, and found instead my heart. In a turn of events, he found it so precious that he decided to keep it. My heart turned an honest man into a thief, but I would have it no other way.

Well regardless, now I must speak straight to you, my ogre thief. I am madly mad over you and happy to be your partner in crime or your princess, whatever any given day suits us. I love you, and that's what matters to me.

So keep on looking off somewhere with that intense stare of concentration and determination, because that is the you I love most. Just you.

First the illicit thrill
Becomes routine habit
Run of the mill
Like you're invincible.

Once, your heart beated
Feverish, hesitant,
Now you swagger, unheated,
The cheat can't be cheated.

The check-out girl, Lizzie,
Is trusting and smiling
Then she turns away, busy
And you're suddenly dizzy.

To your pocket inside
Go the chocolate bars -
Though it's undignified
There's a strange kind of pride.

Then - out of the blue,
In front of the world,
One day she asks you....
And what can you do?

...But collapse to your core
Like a worm-eaten apple
Pray to fall through the floor
You are Named, evermore.

Oh - the shame! she's disgusted
You're a thief, you're mistrusted
All that shock and self-loathing
For those moments you lusted.

Poor girl, she won't be aware
That her face and her voice
Will feature forever
As worst memory, lowest nightmare.

You'll be chilled to the bone
And you'll ask yourself "Why?"
Without job, wife or home,
Foolish, guilty, alone?

I sit here
and think of you
if I were near
what would we do

    Laugh a bit
     push and shove
      throw a fit
       then make up

           I watched you leave
              and gave a smile
                 I could breathe
                   just for a while

                       I'd see you soon
                          but till that day
                             I would swoon
                               I wish you'd stay

                                                        But­ you must leave
                                                           ­    for now I know
                                                            ­            you are a thief
                                                           ­                     a secret foe
  
                                                          ­                   You stole my heart
                                                           ­               within a second
                                                          ­             we must part
                                                               I've learnt my lesson

                                                  If I let myself love you
                                      I fear I won't be strong
                                you're in my mind, stuck like glue
                       our love cannot prolong

By the time I realized it,
you already ran with my heart.

It was that night everything changed,
How it would make all my sweet and innocent memories fade.

It was just a party,
I was with older kids,
I would be fine…right?
It started to get a bit chilly,
The wind seemed to pierce my legs and arms like mini needles,
Maybe I shouldn't have worn this outfit.
I asked her if I could borrow a sweater,
She said to go ahead and find one I liked,
I was looking for one in her closet when I felt cold hands grab my waist,
It has him.
Him.
The one who has stolen who I used to be.
He pulled me against him,
it hurt, and
I screamed out,
Nobody heard me.
I got pushed to the wall,
my skull throbbing in pain,
I couldn't care less,
I was paying attention to the look in his ice cold eyes.
He pulled me up by my hair,
I was kicking him as hard as I could to get him away from me,
Nothing I did could stop him now.
He grabbed my face and forced a kiss,
His lips were chapped and tasted of alcohol,
It tasted disgusting.
He shoved me and I tripped on to the bed.
Laying on my back,
Faced up,
When I saw him appear above me I started to swing my arms to hopefully hit him.
He pinned me down and I began to realize what was happening.
I tried to scream but nothing came out,
How could I be so stupid?
He ripped my shorts off of me,
And he took his jeans off.
Why would any monster do this?
“Please…”
"Stop..."
"Why are you doing this to me?”
He had a grin on his face,
He was content with what he saw,
All I wanted to do was slap the look off his face.
I shut my eyes,
And counted to make it all go away.
I tried to picture a field,
You know like the ones with lilies and dandelions all around.
And then that’s when he started speaking.
“Tell me you like it..."
“Tell me how good I am.”
His voice so deep and raspy,
Making me shiver as it echoed into my right ear.
He knew what he had done,
And he didn’t care.
He didn’t care that I would have to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
He didn’t care that I would have to live with pain and fear for the rest of my life.
He didn’t care that he was robbing me.
Robbing me of my real smile,
my real laugh,
my sanity,
my sleep,
my virginity.
Me.
He robbed me of who I was.