the lines you left in my heart are cracks on a sidewalk
they're traces of ruin and of heartbreak like shards of glass in a carpet scattered with rose petals and drips of blood
the lines are beautiful to look at now

they could be some kind of art
if only looking at them for a long period of time doesn't hurt so much

it's like staring at a glowing light and having to look away before it burns your eyes

it's like looking at you across the hallway and having to stop myself from staring too much
because doing so will burn me with visions of car rides and soothing music and paper napkins with written promises
they might as well blind me

but the sidewalk is long, very long
the path's end is still out of sight
and while those cracks are very apparent now i'm fairly sure they won't be forever

because grass grows on cracks and they will be beautiful