There’s not much to do in here
Pins crash like two vehicles colliding
As memories bump and bounce back into each other
Of what brought me to this confinement
Of what was wrong
And why I did it
Why did I do it, why?
Why did I expose myself?
I should have kept it all inside
Those open confessions locked me away
Saying I love you isn’t always a good thing
Love will turn on you
And for loving you will be hated
I loved her
She hated me
But only on from the moment of knowing
For once she knew
The HI’s became walk byes
With authority
Making a statement of
I don’t know you, you never existed to me
Now I didn’t
Not even to myself
I’m trapped by my love
I’m serving a forever sentence
For the crime of falling in love
Because in this age that act has become a crime
It’s a crime to cherish the idea of
Being with one person
Have and hold on to
You have to see and experience as many souls as possible
It’s a crime to be what is considered tied down
It’s a crime to get serious
Take love seriously
It’s a crime for love to be more than an abused word
I always heard her say I love you
Only to find out those words meant nothing
It has become just another phrase
One that ripped my chest out
Spilling my emotions into a cell
A word, a crime, left me confined by my mind
My mind considers me a criminal
For looking for love
For working for love
Instead of buying love
Instead of stealing love
For still believing in love
Even though the love may never be
The love for one person has left me as that
I’m one person because of love
I’m locked away
I’m all alone
There’s not much to do alone
BY OSCAR TORRES LEON
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