Lines

The line was never straight
It was blurred,
It was twisted,
It was morphed and curved
But god it was a beautiful chaotic mess.
 
I never asked for it to be straight and normal
The chaos of it all made it so appealing.
I wanted it, I needed it
It just felt so fucking right.
 
All I wanted to do was add my own lines,
To weave and twist them together with yours.
But every twist came with an end
And every weave seemed to be undone by you.
 
I don’t understand  
I accepted your lines without question
I just wanted those lines to be deeper
I knew there was so much more you were holding back.
 
What hurts the most is
I gave you all of my lines.
The deepest of the deep.
Lines that were connected to my heart and soul.
I don’t give those lines out, ever!
You were the first one in a long time that I actually wanted to give them too.  
I know you appreciated it, but you never let my lines coil up to yours.
 
What was I supposed to do?
I can’t take back my lines  
So I did the only thing I could do
I pointed them in a different direction.
In the end…some lines just aren’t meant to warp together.
I just wish ours did.