Kleptomaniac

You may not be my first.

But I hope this could everlasting.

You stole it from me, without permission.

Like a Kleptomaniac, not being able to resist that he take something from me.  

I love You.

It's not about your eyes, because I never look at you in the eyes.

It's not about your skin, because I never touch your skin.

It's not about your attitude, because without it you still got me.

When you ask me what is exactly make me feel like this.

I just can't answer it.

Because there's something on you that I can't find on someone else.

 I loved you so, but I should let you go.

Because I don't know how to let you know.

Maybe it's because I'm not thinking about you on every second of my life?

Maybe just because I'm not trying, as I should be?

Maybe 'cause I know you'd never love me back.

But, I do give my something that you can break.

My heart.