Paid

I'm serving the sentence
For the crime you so selfishly committed

A serious lack of judgement
When you came over to my table
and made a plea for my number

A foolish lack of control
When you placed your hands over mine
and shared with me the cold

An obtuse mistake
For that hug you gave
that felt like you'd never let go

Utterly ridiculous
The way you stopped my moving earth
As though I finally had time in control

Senseless
The way you rendered what I so willingly gave you
To nothingness

In jail it stays
And by the time its out
The cold would have turned it to stone
Does that
make me worthy now?