Robbed
You enter my thoughts
Like robbing a bank
A calamity
Our meeting
Like fate wasn’t even paying attention
She never looked up from her phone
We weren’t supposed to meet
Nothing good came of it
Yet your memory sticks to me
Like ink on a white shirt
Spreading all over me
Until I’m ruined
the only beauty I see is hope
That my real love is grabbing his keys
Right now somewhere
Headed out the door to meet me
Even if it’s not today
Right now
And like a bank robber
I take back every thing you’d thought you stole
Knowing the space I take up
Is just enough
And I never needed an I’m Sorry
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