Louvre

My mind is hanging in the Louvre

As pristine as the day you stole it.

I wonder if you will ever become

More than a cheap pickpocket.

You lie whenever you breathe out,

Twist truths whenever you inhale.

It took me a lifetime to find you,

And one second for you to fail.

But anger is a pulsating heart,

Always ready to die trying.

The fury I have saved for you

Has more edges than a diamond.

Your mind is hanging in the Louvre

As desperate as the day I left.

I wonder if you will ever become

Anything more than just a regret.

-Jackie