Crime

I crave you. 

Isn't that terrible? 

You're the one person I know 

Who loves me but doesn't want me. 

Maybe I only care 

Because you don't. 

Maybe you're only important 

Because I'm not. 

Maybe I shouldn't love you, 

But I do. 

I do. 

I haven't even seen you 

Since before To Kill a Mockingbird. 

Not since you wouldn't talk to me 

Because of who broke up with whom 

But everyday I have remembered you. 

With every thought I have imagined you. 

With every sentence I have talked to you. 

And now I know that I'll be near you soon 

I can't think of what to say. 

I'm afraid that I'll be overwhelmed 

When I look into your eyes. 

And I'm afraid that I might really want 

Something I can never have. 

And if I were to love you 

Would you hate me for my crime? 

Would you regret for all your lifetime 

That I had crossed the line? 

Because I'm just so afraid 

That if I have you in arms reach 

and I let you slip away again 

I'll never sleep another hour 

With regret for what I've done.