He stole her smile, and her laughter
They were fake anyway
She stole his life, and his existence
They were degraded anyway
He stole her space, and her privacy
They were overprotective anyway
She stole his heart, and his love
They were broken anyway
He stole her friends, and her support
They were crumbling anyway
She stole his words, and his conversation
They were dreams anyway
Two sociopaths in love
Now one is dead, and one is ...
There is nothing left to steal
After someone apparently took offence at this, I would like to clarify that all characters and events depicted herein are completely hypothetical. Inspired by late night police shows, and an observation of the world.
In retrospect, I think this deserves an entry into LoveQuest 2011.