An Ashamed and Desperate Lover’s Selfish Confession

By chance we met at a dance

and got along like old friends.

We fit like interlocked hands,

like tight pants, we were soul twins.


No dispute, never argued,

all that we wanted we had.

With both our minds, and hearts too,

we loved each other like mad.


Then, one night, I betrayed her

and this poisonous mistake

turned me into her jailer

for the choice of love is fake.


So now here we are, both trapped

between the love and the fear,

too scared to lose what we had

and hoping the love’s still here.


But I believe that it is,

for if not my breath’s worthless.

Without her, I don’t exist

for what’s life without purpose?