"The Loneliest Swing" At night all alone stood the swing. A fitting piece to the park blanketed with empty darkness. The park as attractive as a void where all the lively things go to die. There was I. I can't help feeling so defeated at times. No matter how hard I try. From all the effort I put out, nothing is ever put back into these yearning hungers of mine. It always ends up not being enough. No way to fill my gauge of happiness, but with the silver mercury that the moon hands to me. Instead the gauge overflows with that liquid misery. Driven with insanity, everything intoxicates me. I feel empty inside. Sad to have everything look so meaningless, so small. To be happy one second then realize that I was wrong all along. That it was a lie I decided to try out because on everyone else it looks fine. On me the lie is a mantle that chokes my heart tight. I can't breathe. And wherever I am I want to leave. Into the solace of a place as dark as the thoughts I carry within me. As empty as the gap left between them and me. I have to understand that it shouldn't hurt, that I should let it be. At night I realized alone is what some of us are always meant to be. - Push me as hard as you can, I want to fly high. I could do it all by myself but I won't say no to you for wanting to try. Your hands on the small of my back aren't light. I feel a steadiness, a force that makes my heart feel more than alright. Leave me swinging, fingertips just at the edge of the sky. I can do this all on my own, I am fine. Let me remember your grip on my waist, the swing’s whine. Don't worry about me. It's okay if you have to say goodbye.