Crimes Against Myself

Disappearing words on pure white linen paper once edged with the deepest indigo ink, words of purest love. Did they just pack up and walk away, hiding on some obsolete alphabet chart or in an early speller? I lost the words to busy to say them when I could, I let them fade away, then lost my ability of expression, running away from my life. Or perhaps my words were convicted and jailed for crimes against myself. I am a criminal, judge me, punish me, but pardon my words. I am expressing them to you now; each and every letter exposed no longer hiding, no longer afraid of loving you.