"Idle hands are the devil's workshop"
I implore upon you to help keep me busy
I am trying hard to rise back to His grace
Help me to once again show compassion and love
Keep my hands and mind busy so that I may once again be saintly
Even while I continue to be the *devil in your bed

I sit here with words jumbling inside my mind. I'm unable to force them out, unable to clear my head. My barricade for my emotions is crumbling with each song heard, each story shown, each phrase uttered so that each emotion flows with each word that flits by. Ranging from self pitty to exuberance. From deep seated jealousy to passions untold. Rage to the deepest of melancholy  
Colors accompany each word, each sensation. Green, yellow, blue, white, black, grey, and the most prominent of all  red
A crimson so deep that it seems blood has saturated my entire being
My eyes fill with the bitterest yet sweetest of tears, but I refuse to let them overflow  
No, I will not. For that would be infantile.
I am a strong woman whose thoughts are just that, thoughts, words, emotions...
How I long to put these words down just so I can feel peace from the *storm raging inside

She waits with bated breath
unable to take her eyes away  
From the phone that sits upon her desk

Such a little device that holds such might
Here upon this winter's night
To her, it is life or death of her heart to know what the answer brings
Waiting for that powerful flash of green  

Minutes have passed
Her phone sits there remaining black
She mentally kicks herself, she shouldn't the question have asked

Her phone goes off and flashes green  
Startling her out of her reverie
She is now stuck in a riptide of petrifying emotions
Her heart being pulled under the waves of the ocean

Five minutes have passed
The phone continues to flash
She cannot bear the answer to the question asked

She told you she was afraid of flying
So you grasped her hand tightly as you both jumped and wings sprouted from your backs

She told you she was afraid of commitment
So you sat back and waited patiently while showing her warmth and love

She told you she was afraid of falling
So you held her close while off the ledge you both fell. Making sure it would be you who first hit the ground