I stole this from you.
the very oxygen that enables you to live.
I took it away,
Stored it in a bag,
and left you breathless.

I stole it from you.
Your ability to recognise and rationalise a decision.
I make you confused.
With one cocky wink
I leave you dumbfounded.

I stole it from you.
Your calm and collected cool front.
I see clear threw it
to the point where you fidget in your seat.
I make you nervous.

I stole this from you.
The effortless way words spring from your lips.
The tip of your tongue clashes with the teeth in your mouth.
You st udder, blush.
Ans I'm aware your speechless.

Ill steal this from you.
Something of yours that controls emotions, not thoughts.
You'll give it up gladly
the vessel that pumps, ticks and jolts.
You'll say its been mine for a while.
And Ill dangle it in the wind.
Let it drop.
Free fall.
Crack.
Dangle it in the wind.
Treat it like garbage.
Leave.

"Why beautiful mistress?"
Your eyes will whisper, sprinkled with tears,
"Why a thief must you be?"
You see, child so naive...
Someone has stolen from me.