Between The Lines

You are worth my every heartbreak;

Every single knee scrape,

The wounds I sustained when I

Fell for you against my will.

 

 Every single word you said;

They echo like thunderstorms,

Regurgitating themselves

Over and over in my head.

 

 I don’t stand a chance

To you, my heart is a toy

You could play it

Just for fun.

 

 But darling, behind your shadow and,

Between the lines.

I loved you through cracks and tears, and

Whatever is left of my broken heart.