Fingertips

Fingertips

...If it just missed you,
because u let it pass by you
or if it barley even hit you,
why make it an issue.

Too many and plenty words thrown out so heavy, come out lucid and steady,
but you know your not ready.  
Why work so hard?
Work your fingertips to the bone
when a lust filled rage
just equals utterly alone.  
Where did I go wrong
This angel whispered his song.
Where was i right
in the midst of a fight,
crying from fright
when his arms wrapped me tight.
The cracks in the floor
seem wider, and wider once more.  
If i slipped in between them
would i fight to stay with him.  
He answers YES
screaming it,
bellowing it from his chest,
or would it be best
to say give me time, peace,
and rest.  
It fell hard, fast,
lacking class,
got my stash.
I was solemn, alone,
his heart was glass i threw stones.  
Slipped between my fingertips,
I had him there....
remembered his stare,
so warm, non pretending,
yet he, is only intending
to stand still and start mending
whats unpure...
status pending...   A light so bright  
a rush of a high made it die.

My angels still here,
even though  dispare  left him bare.
Will he stay or get bent?
does the sun rise? and then set?

This angel .. is listening...
just waiting.
He wants to stay sure i stay sane
not start the process of fading.

Angel?
Where is your halo?
Did you leave it behind?
Would it be hard to find?

He said my halo's not whole
while my heart is not whole.
My halo wont sit
a top my head flying high,
until your tears start to dry
I cant stand watching you cry!

He really cares for me,
waits patiently,
not to onry or complacent.
Understands why i suffer silent, 
vivaciously violent,
more water works,
contentment converts,
fingertips frail,
skin porous  and pale.

Someone could slip
through an iron clad grip.  
We replace old resentment with fables,
now whos the one turning tables?
We're thinking witty quick quips.
REALLY?
Cloudy faded jaded
slipped
through my own fingertips?