Behind the lines
It was all behind the lines
maybe I made it too obvious
maybe you learnt how to read me so well,
too quickly, you broke my walls
made me comfortable with your presence
rewrote my lines and erased the future I had planned for me
in a different language that I learnt just to comprehend your words
with pretty letter and beautiful sentences
I idealized every line, and every space, every pause
was too much time away from us
you held me like a book
writing in my body, words that I translated with whispers
read me out loud like the most interesting poem
and closed the pages when you felt like it was finished
but I just couldn't read the double meaning,
you played with the comas, aiming for an ending
your wording was subtle
and you got me to believe I was what you needed
and when you got tired of writing the same story
you dropped the pen and went away
looking for another mouth to stain
with your red painted smile
looking for another body to read,
another ears to listen to the same rhymes,
and the same shallow promises you know by heart
for a long time, you were every word that came out of me
I needed you like how I needed to breathe
you were in every dream I had
and when I wasn't sleeping, I was thinking of you
I had to figure out how to rewrite the smiles you took
how to erase the pain you've written in me
but the writing was too thick
my eraser, too weak
and when the paper captured my tears, it made everything worse
when you played with my heart, you wrote the end of my peace.