Stealing You Poem by Em Jay Christian

It is true,
I do not hate you,
Hate, as they say,
Is a strong word,
Malevolent,
Like a sword,
Blunt,
Uncaring.
And I do not have strong feelings for you,
Not anymore.
I do not care.
No longer,
Will I stare,
At photographs,
Secretly obscene,
Bleeding ink,
All taken by me.
I will not remember,
The way I tilted my head,
Just so,
Or stretched up,
On my toes,
To reach your lips.
To steal a kiss,
Because that’s what it always was,
Stealing.
And I,
I was such a pretty thief.
But no longer,
Now I have something I do not have to steal.
I am sure you find my coldness sharp,
Blunt,
Unkind,
But you were never mine.
I stole you.
But She can have you back,
The shadow of a girl,
Who looks so much like me,
She can steal you now,
Try to pry you away,
From the ghosts of our sweet past,
Stealing you,
From my memory.