Is this it?

This is it,

It is only the intangible things that I'd steal from you. What good will the tangible do when you're no longer around but remind me of the remnants of what never happened. I can only have you for such a brief moment. Thoughts and soul we'd trade. You'd ask then about my heart but my heart is of no use when it's cold and bitter. What I want is for you to be stripped and vulnerable but who would be brave enough.

A product of society,
I have long passed my expiry date.