Stolen

You are a thief, taking more than i knew
My innocence stolen
My love also
My time, gone to never come back
My belief that I was part of something real.
My life, or at least several years of it
My faith, in that which we shared
My dignity, never have I felt such humiliation 
My pride, always the last to know
My happiness, built on lies
My friend, stolen by him
My seed, taken under false pretense
Yes you are a thief, taken more than I know