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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