WANTED

Wanted

But not to talk to

In the dead of night

When the wind howls

And sleep is far

From claiming me

Wanted

But not to spill secrets to

Over the phone

Because no one else

Is there to listen

To my problems

Wanted

But not to trust blindly,

Handing faithfulness

And a bittersweet life

To the hands

Of the impulsive criminal

Wanted

Dead or alive

...

Wanted

A calm

State of mind

Wanted

A clear

Conscience

Wanted

A redo

So the word

"Wanted"

Doesn't hurt

So badly

So the word sorry

Is not repeated desperately

In hopes of forgiveness

That doesn't come

So there is no knife

Stained with blood

Held in my hand

And so there is no

Injured, horrified girl

Who was once my friend

So I don't have to run

From the girl who once trusted me

And from the black bars of jail

So when she glances

At the shackles around my wrists

It isn't with disgust

And thinly disguised

Fear