I wonder how your blue looks?
How do you break down?
Do you sit in your bed knowing that there's an easy way out.
Does your hair stick to your face from crying.
Does it hurt knowing where it is.
Does it nag and beg?
Is your face red are you warm.
I imagine being there, running my fingers in your hair trying to comfort your sobs and bloody legs.
I imagine being there but you not seeing me, moving the hair off your face to see puffy eyes.
My sweet baby. Why must your mind be so cruel to your soul.
I always want your hugs when it's late. When I'm not with you. Then i worry. Then I want to talk to you again to ensure your safe. But it's late.
