sitting in the park

i want to go and sit with you in a park. we did that
once, do you remember? i want to have no worries but
to make you smile. i want you to have no worries but
to keep the hair out of my eyes. because arent our
eyes already blind enough. we try to dart the truth,
pretending its not real. finally something slips. like
flowers blossoming in mid may we are now open and
completely vulnerable. is that okay? do i scare you
still? do not worry, nothing can harm us. nothing
except the truth, and the life behind us. we turn
around, try to go back. theres nothing there. we grasp
at the faint breath of what was but find ourselves
falling. everyday falling. will you catch me or must i
catch you? how have you found me, found in me
something new? like raindrops falling in the park
after it is over. no one is there anymore. no one is
there to notice. notice the clouds. notice their mess
that they leave behind them. and the fog... it sets in
deeper and darker moment by moment. im afraid to lose
myself. or more-so afraid of who will find me. whose
arms will have caught me when the fog is lifted. when
the sun returns will it ever be as bright as it once
was. the sundrops in my hair- will they ever look the
same to you? or will you be blind? forced to push all
of this behind. where are you going, running in
circles. my mind is drunk in confusion. i cant seem to
find the straight line. everywhere i turn it is the
wrong way out. but in the park there is no wrong way
out. we are all free to go wherever we please. arent
we? what if i jump? do you think i could make it over
all of this? or will i just be consumed in the fire.
the fire burning in my soul. the fire burning in your
eyes. the fire burning in my boyfriends heart.