stolen goods

I lost all my writings today

a girl stole my phone
in a crowded hallway
I saw her look back once
before dissapearing

she had a faceless face
but with eyes black like holes
and deep within these holes
I saw a glimpse of fear

I should be livid
all onehundredandtwelve entries
snapshots of my mind
from the past three years
to be snooped though, deleted,
gone forever

But it's hard to be mad
when I'm wondering
wondering
wondering
what she will think
of my darkest thoughts
that even I am scared to know