I don’t want to steal

Pieces of your time

Like a dirty thief

Keeping what she does not deserve.

I want you to give them up

Willingly, packaged with

A smile and that laugh.

I want what I can’t have.

Your time is precious, gold,

Priceless.  Me?  Worthless.

They would only turn to coal

In my beaten arms,

Burnt to ash by the fire

In my lungs, crystallised,

Never to smile again.