Guilty.

Guilty of not making it through...

Historical scripts written by your hand,
Are re-read and taken in.
So much evidence of anger and hate,
The test of love came through as a negative.
Another person was involved with this,
Her finger prints found on your heart.

Your words are proven to be lies,
With every crime you committed,
You're left without objections.
Your accomplice,
She stole your heart,
Did she not?
"She did".
Or was is that you gave it to her?
"Objection!".
Denied.

The victim,
Do you have any last words to say?
"I miss you, is that okay? We tried our best but in the end things didn't go our way. Love, i wish you never existed"...
With all the elements that support our case,
The jury voted against us.
So much was objected,
We had nothing left to throw back in defense.
Sentenced with a year of pain and tears.
To never be loved,
And to watch as the one you want,
Moves on with someone else.
The Gavel is set down,
A loud yet subtle sound emerges as the decision is made.
This case is dead,
And so are we, the guilty.
Winner: Broken love.