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A Playground Apology From a Childish Man (FLP)

If I could say one last thing you'd know I was different

 

You’d see these walls as something else

You’d see the holes for footing

 

The scars on my shoulders

From the grappling hooks I’ve shaken

 

It’s a reflex

I’d like to reset

 

If I could

I’d rip the seesaw from my spine

Break the balance in the fulcrum of my chest

So when you jump away

I don’t fall from you

 

Call me swing set

Give my arms monkey bar bravery

So I can shimmy close enough for you to see

I want you here

 

I won’t try and nock you off

I am done playing chicken

 

I am done playing chicken

Foot on the gas pedal beggin god I run you off the road

Again

 

This path I am on

Is lonely

 

I know this

 

I want to tell you I love you

When I know you won’t say it back

 

If you could

Shake the dust from your knees

After my walls reflexed a shiver

In your embrace so hard

You fell to the floor

 

If you stuck around long enough

You’d see

All the cotton I swallowed

So when I heard you leaving

You wouldn’t hear me say

 

Stay

 

If I could say one last thing

You’d know

I was different

Was better

Might be ready

With enough patience

 

Please stay

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Written by
jon-tobias
American
Published
Apr 18, 2012
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First line donated by Nicole (Lady) Adams

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