If crying is a crime
Then the fault is not mine
The blame for all these tears
Rests with the lonely years
That cause them
Now they have me
And I have nothing
to say
I cannot speak through all this water
The overflowing of my soul
If thinking is a crime I plead guilty
If care is a curse then please curse me
If love is as free as people tell me
Why can't I earn some
Maybe nobody trusts me,
I can't say I trust myself
With something so precious
With all of that wealth...

Once upon a time I thought myself unloveable. This poem doesn't feel finished to me, but I don't think it ever will be...
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