Thief

10.20.2012

Before you leave, return my planner.
Return my love, my heart, my being.
Return my future, what's left of it.
Bring back my hopes and dreams,
out of it all, please keep the memories.

Return to me my planner so I can keep track,
Return my planner so I can occasionally look back
reflect on all that was, all that was supposed to be
maybe you could return a few memories?
My planner will show there's nothing left of you and me.

In my planner is where your name and mine reside.
When you return it, tear your name out and hide mine
hide it so that I'll never remember what we once were.
When you return my planner, do so with care.
If you look through it, disregard the words "I hate you" somewhere in there.

Value my planner like you once did before.
Return it quick before I cry even more.
Drop it off at the front door so I can continue not to see you anymore.
Just place it on the ground and walk the other way, like you did to my love.

My planner, so important to me. So valuable and treasured in my eyes,
I thought you cared too? Am I mistaken?
Please give it back. I need to move onward.

I beg of you, to please keep the memories. Keep the love.
Keep the future that was once ours and enjoy it with someone else.
Keep the love and affection, the "I love you"s. Keep them.
If you find your motivation, your passion for our relationship...keep that too.

Planner, future with you, the thief...I want nothing to do with either of you.