(Not) Guilty

Between the hours of 12 and 4am you claim that I have met the real you,
Even though silence prevailed dominantly during those sacred hours.
   The hours that I held on to.
Silence much like a court room,
when the judge is about to give his sentence and everyone holds their breath,
          waiting...
 
That's what they say love is though,
Being comfortable with you,
Even if it's just in silence.
 
But I would not be accused of such things,
As love.
I would not be charged with such false allegations,
Because I do not fall in love.
I will not be charged with stealing your heart.
 
A thief, you want to call me a thief.
 
Yet you handed me your heart on a gold platter,
As if it was made of stone.
Stone that took it's time to crack,
Like the rocks you so casually snorted with me,
As you called me your friend with benefits.
 
As the judge looks me in the eye,
"Guilty" he will say,
And pounds the gavel to the beat of my heart,
That beats so haphazardly for you.
I will scream "NOT GUILTY!" back at him,
On the top of my voice
As they handcuff me,
And I'm dragged away.
 
I stare at you,
You claim to love me.
Claimed that your heart belonged to me.
But you know I will never be capable of keeping such things.
And you ask me where I learned to love like that,
But you already know that the past teachers I've had,
Were nothing like you.
 
You preach about the love of Romeo and Juliet,
Ask me will I ever die for you,
Die for our love.  
But love was never something I understood.
I thought love was this feeling of want,
Because I was always wanting
Fighting for attention from them.
 
But now as I sit and think about it,
Wrapped up in these shackles,
In this damn bed,
In this godforsaken apartment,
I guess Romeo and Juliet did teach me something,
About how I will love,
Something my other teachers didn't.
 
Only death will fix me.