Thieves

Like thieves we crave the idea to steal someone’s heart; to grasp it in our hands as the blood pumping through it drips down onto our skin. We lose sight of how much power is in our grasp of a single soul, yet we won’t relinquish the power either. We are too gifted a people to want anything less.

My heart hurts every-time I look at you, like it’s beating just for your affection. And I know that when you leave, I won’t hear it anymore. Because it will be gone with you until you come back to me.

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