He started walked away.
He stated he had nothing to say, nothing but its over.
They say the dark times are the ones following the break up
Yet that became my light

For it let me see things I had never seen before
My own lack of self worth
My lack of self-value
And my love for a man who never loved me at all

But what I saw most of all,
What disgusted me beyond tears?
Was the lack of a woman who never loved herself at all.

She walked the sidewalks searching for love
She drove the streets for a ride,
She asked for change

When she was her own ride, her own love but most of all her own change

The light was shining after the darkness of love had subsided

She finally saw herself in the mirror
She touched the edges of her face, traced the length of her hair
Caressed away the tear flowing down her cheek,

To see all she needed, all the light,
Was there to start with.

The swirls in her pupils, flow with the past flashing before her eyes.
The flip in her hair, twirls with the smell of her perfume.
The  curl in her lip, smirks with the humor of a young woman.

She holds the weight of her years,
Bearing the joys and the pains she’s endured.

Her dark scars, they show her fight,
The fight to prove herself, to pick herself up.
The fight that took her down.

Her rough hands, they show her work.
The work to fight back, to keep going forward.
The work that built her up.

It kidnapped more than a look,
More than a caress of her skin.
It abducted more than a smile,
More than a shake of her hand,
For her to make me fall in love.

I became the victim of the highest crime.

There is so much more than what the first look gives.
More than the perfume stuck to her loose shirt, more than the lipstick slightly smeared,
More than the deep chocolate brown in her piercing almond eyes.

She ran off with all that I was.

I had given so much love away,
But when I had finally decided to give my all,
It was her that I gave it to.

Falling in love with her was arduous.
She has her faults, her passion, and her selfishness.

It was everything about her that finally stole what was left.
The woman accused of theft.

All that I ever was and all that I ever would be.

It was me.

The thief of my own heart.