We Had More

The truth is that sadly 
I’m always prepared
When fighting the bad that you did
But pushing away
All that which could be great
Is the battle I can’t seem to win

Thief

I came across him in the dark
And like a moth to a flame
He pointed out the parts of me
That were bright and full of life
And just as I stepped close
He stole that spark he claimed to love
And used it to light the path he left on