Parkland Epiphany

I don't want you
I want the evening we spent on the swings

I don't want you to fill my moral roundabout
Unless you want to fall head first into it

I don't want you fear, of all the small things
I want you to warm my hands
                                             that leads to my icy mind
Try to quick and it will crack the graffiti plastic you sprayed   

But you don't want this
And I respect that                                              not you, no more

Malibu breath, rainy slide down my estimations
into the arms of a lying cheat

Good Bye, slam the door, look the gate