Thief

I stole your seat,
you called me "Uncomfortable".
That everyone deserves somewhere
warm to sit away from the wind.

I stole your water
you called me "Thirsty".
The cracks on my lips were
a dead giveaway.

I stole your bread
you called me "Hungry".
My growling stomach
slowed to a halt, satiated.

I stole your love,
you called me "Liar".
Desperate is as desperate does.
This, however, I was not allowed to keep.

You called me all these things but
before I was out of earshot
you gave me one lingering title.
You called me "Thief".