To: The Thief
You came to me,
In grave solitude,
You offered me so much so fast,
I knew something like this could not last,
But the fun we had, it was a blast,
We drew closer each day,
Talking on the phone,
To keep from feeling alone,
It was getting old, and going nowhere,
So I found someone new,
It was my mind that he blew,
I talked to him more and more,
And you less and less,
Making you quit sore,
Don't throw your evil words at me,
You make me hate you,
We just won't speak anymore.
You started talking to my new someone,
To my astonishment, I find you talk to him more,
He likes you more,
That I can't ignore.
You said you don't like his type,
So I know why you're doing this.
This from my mind I must wipe.