You are
My reason for not sleeping 'til 3 in the morning
The cup of coffee I need to get my day running
The dark shadows etched into my skin, underneath my eyes
Every hue possible in the blue skies
The scent on your clothes that I keep
The very same lullaby that soothes me to sleep
The smile playing at the corner of my lips
The tingles I get, when I feel your fingertips
A spark ignited within my heart
The sadness I feel whenever we are apart
The heat on my eyelids underneath the scorching sun
The destination when you ask me where I'd run
The ink that flows out onto my paper
The source of my inspiration; the only thing I remember.

Take me with you,
where the wildflowers grow.
Let's travel to where the sun sets;
somewhere only we know.

To escape the pain,
the bitterness of reality.
To indulge in freedom,
and the sweet serenity.

To fall in love is to allow yourself to fall into a deep, dark hole.
You don't know what awaits you at the bottom.

You could get hurt on your way down - scraping yourself against the walls; getting bruises and cuts on your body, hands and feet. There's the possibility of dying from the impact; landing on jagged rocks after what feels like an infinity of waiting in pitch black darkness.

Or you find yourself free-falling, enjoying every bit of your journey down. You might land on soft fluffy cotton. Better yet, a bed of roses - without the thorns. And for once, you'd thank yourself for being so reckless when you couldn't see what was coming.

And right now, here I am before the gamble - the entrance of that hole. I feel myself tipping towards it, but I fear what awaits at the end. That's the thing about you - it's always one extreme or the other; there is no in between. I either survive, or I don't. And you know what? You're still that risk I'm willing to take.