I outsmarted the cops,
trailing me to the station.
Guilt tripped me over shame.
I collided with the crime of breaking your heart.
Handcuffed to my scars,
and indicted with stealing
your kisses when I still slept
in the bed of another a woman
— my soul was in your arms —
an immature mistake,
but ignorance screams
it’s not an excuse to strong-arm the love
out of your lungs.
Life without you might be my sentence.
As luck would have it,
you love stories of redemption,
and you got a heart
etched in the forgiveness for sinners.
I’ll pay for your wedding dress.
Yes, this time, I’m serious.
(© 2022 AC)
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