Stealing

It's not love,
But I'm good at pretending.
Only stealing a bit, still the guilt
Would consume me if I could feel, so
Grateful I'm only alive for tonight,
He's mine for tonight.

Every one is a liar, no matter how
Nice they seem,
She need never know, and
So what if she does?
Would hate myself but 
This isn't me, and
I need it more than anyone could.

Hours later, he's got his, this is the part,
Here comes my rush, only lasts the night but
Right now, I'm being held.
I'm warm.
I'm safe.
I am alive.
Blissfully shut out logical thought and leave
The feeling I am loved.

Morning. I am numb once more, and
On my own. He is gone.
I don't feel a thing.
'Til next time I need my fix,
No shame will stop me, I'll keep
Stealing love from whoever is
Willing to lie this week.

Fact is, when nobody will give,
Beggars have to steal to live.

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Sharon Winter

April 11, 2009 at 9:52 AM

Thanks Sarah for your thoughtful comments. The super souper thing I could do without (embarrassing really - like stop being obsessed and get a life!) as I do not really like any of the competitive aspects of the site. We should just be here to appreciate, learn from, encourage and support one another. Although I do find the contests teach me new forms and make me strive to do better. That's my story and I'm sticking to it : ) Have a beautiful Easter and thanks again! Love & hugs, Shar xoxo

Sharon Winter

March 24, 2009 at 7:14 AM

Wow, this is some write. Sarah, so strange but I think I had a dream about you. Bits and pieces flashing before my eyes, but I remember mud caked on jeans. Too weird. This poem reminds of the Rolling Stones song lyrics 'you can't always get what you want, but sometimes, you get what you need'. Though it's not quite what you are saying, it is somehow close. Great to read your awesome poetry again. Love, Shar