Almost Judas

Almost Judas
I felt the overbearing weight of an angel
crushing my gray matter
suffocating me with attention
and half-hearted affection
I was however
in no mood for such pleasantries
In my mind
I spattered her on
the windshield
like some kind of glittering technicolor bug
I drove away
leaving a cloud of dust
to forever hang in the air
like that final reply
at the end of a fight
the one later on
in hindsight
you regret
but never speak aloud
I come to the senses of reality
and hand the little one
a crayon
as she colors outside the lines
I find myself
lost plunging deep into the crayola horizon
a tranquil peace comes over me
I pick up one of the wizards magic sticks
sit beside her
now lost inside of her world
together we create
a magical place
where I think she was trying to take me
to begin with