the space between our wicked lies where we hope to keep safe from the pain dmb
and if i ever had the chance, it was to watch it pass by, quickly, quietly, with a wave of a hand goodbye. it's as blurry as the wings on mercury's feet, or the fluttering wings of a humming bird.
tossed and turned and beat up the air around me, hands balled up, grunts of frustration, and it's always 5am and the alarm's always wailing, and i want to shut it up, pull its cord from the wall, stop!
i wasn't the only one that cried when the wisp of hair dropped, when the wooden boy wished so hard to be flesh and blood, he wanted and wanted and i saw you wipe a stray tear...wanted to squeeze your fingers, show you a bit of flesh, make the blood come up.
in between awkward stops and starts, when the engine has stalled on a busy freeway, when i sat there waiting to be next in line for the i love you, the man flips the open sign to closed, i'm left like a child hand full of pennies for what's in the candy jar.
red-blooded
hot-headed
and oh so blue...