The worst crime

The worst crime I ever committed was breaking your heart.

My failure to avoid temptation began the path that ended in us being apart.

It's usual for boys to do wrong and being "low down" is the status they are to claim.

However on this particular occasion, I am the one to carry that name.

When you told me you love me, I felt it was my job to say it back.

At the time I was young and dumb and never intended to add meaning to that.

My friends always told me to have a back up on the side.

When I decided to have one extra, my claim of faithfulness became a lie.

For awhile having someone to provide what you lacked was lovely.

Then I began to have a fear of being caught and ending up lonely.

As my mentality matured, I realized my heart was not closer to him, but to you.

He may had been a good provider, but he did not have the struggles me and you went thru.

Despite my secret life, I was by your side for everything.

You love me so much that you presented me with a diamond ring.

The tears you seen were not of happiness, but of resentment.

I declined your offer because it wouldn't of felt right until I've found redemption.

Your tears of disappoinment elevated as I made my painful confession.

What began as a romantic night, ended as a depressing release session.

Your decision to leave me alone was not surprising.

The crime I committed will forever be haunting me.