I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being here, For laughing next to you. I’m having fun But I’m probably

Lines. They’re just lines. Delicate, barely textured. White and red and lines. Lines that shouldn’t be there.

You are My everything, Truly. More than playful Simplicity

I scream, no sound comes out And you can’t read lips I watch my smile fade away As you fail to really hear me I know that you

You can Apologize For the twisted lies And disregarded promises, Made with intertwined fingers