Stolen.

anything that had ever made me happy,
made my cheeks flush violently,
made my laugh ring loudly,
made my smile twist widely,
gone in an instant.

I cared not in that instant.
let it fall out of my grasp,
let it squirm back to you,
let it make someone else happy,
gone forever.

the tears being taped together.
stolen emotion pouring through the cracks,
stolen morals up for grabs,
stolen items merely items.
gone to dystopia.

I'll never ask for it back.
because it means nothing to me,
because it has no worth,
because it was nothing but an idea in tangible form,
gone with the wind.

making a new future is the new goal.
one without conflict,
one without restraint,
one without the wrong idea,
gone without you both.