We looked at each other a little too long to be "just friends"
His lip was awkwardly bit,
I tried to hide the giggle that trailed behind in this pursuit,
This stranger engulfed my spirit in the palm of his hand,
Fragile and yet determined to get this thing stable,
And balance the invitation from the tips of our fingers,
A thing he experienced before,
He carried a burden with him,
Sometimes she talked for him,
And I found myself inching my hand to embark a forceful slap,
She wore a mask that he held against the left side of his chest,
I tried to leave but my feet needed to rest,
His aroma was burning and I wanted to save him,
The ever changing presence of his walls hang limb by limb,
Swallowing gulped flames spewed from his sensibility,
His eyes were lit,
She fixed it,
Always,
He was not a "man",
He was simply a boy in the shadows flying to Never land,
Carrying the Wendy she wished to be,
Maybe that's why She couldn't leave,
After all he was biting his lip ever so forcefully,
Talking about seduction and greed,
He was leaning into the Fall of the Great Gatz once-been,
He was a scared boy fearful of the burden,
He kept close to the silver lining his heart buried deep in transactions of his burning desire for love,
To be loved,
He was not a "man",
He was not "Peter pan",
He was a broken guy,
His wings clipped from Burden who tamed his wild and free heart,
Set him in a cage and dared him to finish what he has just started,
Knowing me I wanted to fix him,
Be his guiding hand that shield him away from the rain that cascaded along,
Be his galoshes that protected him from pools and pools of puddles of defeat,
Be his light that shone the creases under his bed for monsters who once and awhile escaped from his closet of skeletons,
I wanted him close,
He breathed ever so deeply,
Exhaling the burning sensation of dying flesh,
He was the scissors I was taught never to run with,
He was the knife I was taught never to hold,
Or fire to never play with,
He was a ragged doll dancing in fire,
I can tell,
So I grab the scissors, knife, and fire to repair him with,
Knowing same things I keep in my tool box are the same things he's suffering from,
How in the hell should I know to follow guidelines,
I was always on the sidelines,
This guy needed me to fix him,
He needed someone to be there,
Infidelity with his burden and I led to a homicide,
Back pedaling to a suicide I once had control over,
Mirror on the wall,
Who's most messed up of them all?
The mirror shattered,
My cycle repeated,
I need to fix things,
I need to be relied on,
I tell the man I should have gone to college to be a doctor,
His Burden laughed along with us,
I really enjoyed both of their company,
I could help them,
But maybe I fall too fast and realize the sensation of numbness I've come to love and enjoy,
Came with open arms,
I'm the doctor with the ADD,
I'm the alcoholic psychiatrist,
I'm the plastic surgeon who suffers from bulimia,
I shut my eyes and go to a place were insomnia is comfort,
Playing a game of doctor with my patient ex lovers,
Trying to figure out that anatomy has nothing to do with loving someone,
I AM clearly a mess.
YOU are clearly a mess,
We'll let's not talk about me,
How's your family?
Any STD'S?
Did I mention I have a bachelors degree in psychology,
Struggle with infidelity?
Ask me?
No thanks,
I'll just keep going through this revolving door,
Still wondering what kind of floor am I walking on,
Are those eggshells,
Clearly YOU need me,
YOU really do,
Can I help YOU?
