the lines

we draw

between our hearts

and minds

and souls

are thin

and yearn to be stretched


and broken


into pieces

and numbly drawn again

only this time we'll be stronger

this time they'll be thicker

this time they'll be broken

even quicker

because "he's different"

because "I've never felt this way before"


the lines

were crossed

the lines

were broken

the lines

were forgotten

yet again

and now we draw them

yet again