Love Crime

Guilt is tossed

Mine, then yours, then once again mine.

We’re both the perpetrator

Falling in love was our crime.

The games that played,

To power, control  and manipulate

Left us both the losers

Without our soul’s mate.

We’ve now discovered our way

To soothe the ache in our hearts,  our heads

Yours in smoke and the bottle

Mine, another mans bed.