I grew up off of swing sets, hovering over puddles of discontent.  Monkey bars to skip through time, but hold past regrets.  A playground of land mines, to cause distance in my path.  But I ran around anyways, because i didn't have a place.  As the sun crept through the clouds, I knew I was safe.  She was right on the corner, ready to hold my finger, ready to wrap up the pain.  She watched me grow up and dismiss everything.  To take a step back and hide away.  And I am trying to fix this problem, but it gets harder when I slip.  Becuz no one understands these thoughts.  And i can't help but blame.  And though I don't want to be held, she holds me tight, and kisses back the pain.  She was always there, when I couldn't be, and didn't want to be.  And i never could give back, what she gave me, the best i can do is say i love you everyday.