Lainey Smethers, Lines

When I look within this road, I find lines. ever so fine lines. Lines I had to read between, and the lines you had to cross. A line saying I deserve one thing, and my life proving another. The last line, you said, you promised. But we all know that a promise means nothing. That there will always be another line, there will always be another promise, there will always be another priority.

You are surrounded by a pointless pretty perimeter where the pavement was never structured. Your pathetic practices consist not only of the lines you do, but the lines you’ve built between us. We’re on opposite sides of the road, now with a double line between us that even you can’t cross. You didn’t ask for this, and I know you don’t mean it. But these lines-they torment your reality, rip apart our relationship. And no matter how hard you try there will always be another promise, there will always be another priority, and there will always be another line.