My first thought? The grass tickles
it pokes into my dress
thousands of offending green prickles


I am planted in a garden of wilted flower stems
My eyes flicking around, the only truth-be-told gems
and even those, they stare dully around me

little girl I am, looking around like a woman of seventy

It's disgusting here I think of the place I'm seated
Will anyone come get me? No?
I huff, angrily, defeated


My hands inch towards the crayon, my eyes flick
towards the wall, built from fading red bricks
That's very high, not to mention thick
and the more I think about it, the more it makes me sick

I don't know who he is, but on the other side is a child
and in this whole ugly world, so horribly defiled
he shall be the only one I can count on

too bad we've never spoken
too bad your head is horribly broken

But he shall love you, and he shall care for you
he loves you, and he'll take you far far away
and for the rest of forever, you two will play

but first, you must speak


"I love him, forever and always, I love this child"

I have never seen him, I trust he exists
But I'm annoyed. It is so boring here.
Can't he take me out of this?

First, you must talk.



All right, all right. I let out a sigh
grab the crumpled paper sheets from nearby

*Dear, Lord, how're you today?

Maybe, we're not entirely scared of Love

maybe we're just scared on the idea
of being vulnerable and weak and dependent.

Freaking out whenever we feel
our walls crumble down
for someone

   - and we can't afford
       to let our adamant walls down

Wall is high
Brick on brick
I build it thick
Let no one in
fear is sick

Society continually asks about relationships;
How many you've had, how many you've faked.
Society constantly asks about affection;
Whether you've expressed affection or not.

Society never asks how many times love lead to heartbreak;
What you undeservedly deserved.
Society never asks if you're okay;
Whether you're living positively or whether you feel like just another brick in the wall, waiting to be vandalised and demolished.

You’re acting so cold,
Sending chills through my bones.
You’re acting so bold,
That it sounds like a scold.

I knew who you were from the start  
But now I don’t know who you are anymore.
Maybe it’s just a phase
Because of all the pain you endured.

But brick by brick
the towers have grown tall
And I can’t see you at all.

I am trying to find a worn area,
I am trying to find a window
To the softness that once existed
Because it feels like
there is nothing between us at all.