If loving you was a crime,

I’d have a life sentence.

Locked in the dreary- Tight confines.

My entirety encapsulated, it shivers my spine

Over a crime, not so falsely accused

In hindsight. I’m rather amused

By the feelings that enchain me so,

Harmful feelings.

Separating myself from the me long ago

This sentence has resulted in this mess,

To alleviate the pain:

I must confess.