Thoughts of a Boy

The first on and the last off
Every train of thought
Is the boy on my brain.

He operates my heartstrings
With a puppet master's skill
The unexpected turn of each next word
will tell my mood which way to swing.

How do you get out of danger...
...When it's inside your mind?

Distractions default
Because by both
Fact and fiction
Nothing compares
To his definition.
Like Bella's Edward
Or Bonnie's Clyde
My eyes see him
in every design.

Although always unwilling to fall
it's a nice feeling to hover on  
between the air
before the blow
Uncertain when it may be
That I'll hit the floor.
  
And in my coma I'll drift off again
to meet him coming round on the next train.