Crimes

I’m my own theif and Vandalist. Steal my heart And break it. Unlock it with a Word Shatter it with a Smile. Become what was once Undone. A broken knot Unraveling at the strings. I deliver ransom notes To my soul Newspaper letters against A crisp white page I’m my own whiteout My own typewriter Constantly fixing Mistakes I made. While I'm locked behind the Bars of a cell Crossing years off Cracks in the wall. For finding what I tried to lose My past and Running from what I tried to chase My future