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
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