Thief

My hands itched.
I knew it was wrong, of course,
But I just could resist
Its sweet siren's call.
The house stood so proud
So haughty and fine.
I knew I could do it.
Should I stray from the line?
Leave the path that was set?
Step into the dark?
Leave my old ways behind,
To gain a new start?
In a moment, my life
Changed forever. Just one.
I stepped from the road,
And soon she was gone.
Now I rule the town,
From each close to road,
Far from that line that
I once had to tow.
I see the house. New.
Young family, splashing out,
My hands. They itch.

Katie, is this about someone who changed his/her life by beginning again with someone new? Is that why s/he's a "Thief"?

I like the flow of the poem so much, easy, showing how easy it is to cross that lline . . .

You really caught my imagination on this one! Share only what you wish . . .

Well, it's open to interpretation but actually it was meant to be about exactly what the title said - someone who got so bored, they crossed the line. Have you ever stood somewhere, seen something illegal that would be so easy to do, and thought "I could do that. It'd take no effort at all"? That's what happened here.
The "she" in the poem is the old, straight-and-narrow version of themselves.
But as I said, interpret it as you wish