where is the justice in love?

We stole hours

of our lives

Thieves in the backyard

of a place that was never home

Your hands sliding down my back supporting

Me as I practiced my kickover like

I was competing

in the Olympics tomorrow

But today all I heard was your voice

Taking my love like you would leave

In a getaway car.

The gun to your escape route was pointed

at my head

Shooting a bullet

of a text staining worse than blood

But I would always and forever be

Your perfect crime