Lines

Lines on the sheet of paper as we write confessing our love.

Lines on the music you play while I talk to you 

Lines being crossed how could you do this to me.

Lines on our wrists how damaged have we become.

Lines on my arm as they take me away.

Lines written in crayon as I write in my room.

Lines I read from friends wishing me well.

Lines scattered on my arms scar as I leave.

Lines from you as you ask if i'm mad.

Lies I tell you to keep you happy.

Lies I tell myself to keep me from breaking again.

Lies you made all those years ago.

Lines that's all it ever was a script you read from to tell every lover and keep them from leaving you.