These Lines

These Lines

Lethe, Paying for Oxygen

A table turned

Left on its own

Yet to be set back up

These lines mean nothing again


I twist and scream

Yearning for her touch

And sweetened words yet

Her lines hold no truth once more


We crawl back

Into the shell of ourselves

Like we did back then

These lines aren’t real when read back


These lines mean nothing

These lines hold no truth

These lines aren’t real

These lines aren’t words from me