Drawing A Line

At some point
along the way

I drew a line
between me and
you

I pamper you
pander to you
make your coffee
make your bed

I don't know you
you never knew me

I hid from everyone
but him
but you never saw
what he saw

You bought the goods
in the window and
never bothered
to inspect them

The chinks in my
armor were vast
Purposefully blind
you gazed through me
happy with the fiction

I love you for
the fiction

I hate you for
the fiction

I want to be
weak sometimes
soft sometimes
boring sometimes
tired sometimes

I'm not allowed
It isn't in the
script

We play our
parts now
and in
twenty years

maybe we'll
still play
maybe we
won't even
speak anymore

Once
A long time ago
I drew a line
between me
and you

You never saw it
and I refuse to
cross it

Playing Tag
and I'm safe
behind the line