Between the Lines

Somewhere between the lines we ceased to coexist. 

We became strangers overnight; I can't wrap my mind on what or why I fell out. 

Last I remember I was deeply and madly in love with you. Loving you was the only rhythm my heart knew.

So I loved you with everything in me --- but somewhere between the lines we stopped existing as one.

 Now it hurts that the butterflies in my stomach don't flutter as strongly. They're there, but calmer...quieter. 

They said before healing comes hurt. I refused to believe it, but now I look at you and an emptiness washes over me. 

I keep to myself and sometimes wonder when I fell out. 

But I guess somewhere between the lines I began drowning in your lies.

I began to see things beyond you.

Realizing that I placed your love above my own.

Women were a lustful dessert, and like a gluttonous pig you feasted. 

While I was the warm meal, left at the table, growing colder and more stale as I awaited your return.

Maybe our frequencies weren't aligned, our paces out of step.

Your confessions of love were like white noise to the ears, loud and imperceptible.

Words are a cheap product anyone can afford.

And while you were busy purchasing in bulk, I found myself.

The vulnerability you opened in my heart was closing.

I'd changed.

I scraped up the pieces of myself and threw away the key that once made you accessible to me.

Somewhere between the lines you still wander.

Searching endlessly.

Looking for me.