The Stealer

Love is a feeling no one wants too loose.... sure I have loved... but I lost it before I even knew it.. I’ve loved because I have lost... I’ve lost because I have loved.. I use past tense on love, because I can no longer love... he took that when he left..  he ran with it... it being my heart, my capability of loving.... I digress 
Remember when he said “I’ll love you forever?” “ I can’t wait to grow old together?” 

        “ I WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON YOU” 
He did..they all did... this time it hit me like a bullet to the chest... being engaged meant nothing to this one... the emptiness he filled, he left even bigger.... he stole the bruised,beaten,scarred,withered thing that people call a heart... I call it the reason I get screwed.. 

Sure..loving him was easy...but leaving was not the picture in my head...   

Do not love the stealer, love the healer...