don't think you wanna
talk to me
the way we used to
hard to define it
but it's true
far from above
your heart is
down under
coping with stress
sometimes i wonder
why my heart
isn't at place
why it's still beating
still trying to find trace
i am lost
hoping for a reason
you won't understand
maybe it was best
though it's not simple
nor can i say entirely complex
find me grieving
for the lost i had made
sometimes i kinda wished
you had stayed
now my words are dry
as i try not to cry
on these empty pages
my soul had tore apart.

at the playground
i watch them run and play
chasing each other
from dawn 'til the night of day

on the bench i sit quietly
waiting for my turn
waiting for them to bat an eye
waiting for their concern

the swings she pushed her up
so high
"promised me i'd never come down?"
he promised she would fly

over to the seesaws
the unbalanced perfection
two kids on one end
that never seem to go one direction

you have your hands up
in the air
sliding down a slide so steep
you pretend you don't see me
you pretend you don't peep

i catch your glimpse,
hoping one day you'd say a hello
so day and night i wait
at the park bench, alone

the day never came, perhaps
they just never seemed to care about me
me in my overalls and sneakers unlaced
i am not like them
with their pretty pink dresses
and their obscure taste

and so, at the playground
i learnt loneliness
was my best friend
in this place we call fun times
i knew nothing
but know i am undoubtedly
out of line