I thought the lines were drawn already. Clearly marked to separate and to dictate the relationship between us.
I didn’t realize that we had made different marks in the sand. That mine were far more shallow then yours.
If what you want is an enemy then you’re looking in the wrong place.
I won’t hate you. I swear. You don’t even deserve my hate.
You can have my apathy.
I will hide between my walls and shield myself.
That’s all I have left anyways.