The Heart Thief

Sitting at the bar,

With your black dress.

Drinking red wine,

To set the mood.

I approach you,

Not knowing what you are capable of.

 

You smile and say “Hello”

I tell you my name

But you brush it off.

Knowing I would be your next victim.

 

I’m blinded by your

Appealing nature.

You take me by the hand,

To where I do not know.

 

We enter a dark room,

And that’s when you make your move.

Feeling your kisses across,

My neck.

Your sharp nails

Clawing away at my chest.

 

I push you off,

To take a break.

Obviously, you don’t

Understand no.

 

You charge towards me again,

But this time more

Fierce.

 

Only this time,

I accept it.

 

The next morning,

I wake up on the floor.

With you nowhere in

Sight.

Picking myself up

Off the ground.

Trying to

Remember your name.

 

Instead, I remember,

The stories I was told

By my friends.

 

The woman in a

Black dress.

Who drinks red wine,

To set the mood.

 

The one that leaves you

With pleasure and confusion.

Never mind the pain,

For I can heal from those.

 

Now I know why,

They call you the heart thief.

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