You're my 11 o'clock craving,

     my 12 o'clock mistake.

     My 1 o'clock headache,

      and my 2 o'clock hate.

Every poem or song I write about you never seems to perfectly describe how I feel about you. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm free falling, on an endless flight through the clouds. Will you hold my hand as we fall together?

The way your skin glistens in the morning sun reminds me of Rob Hefferan's artwork. You are an astonishing piece of art, darling.

Painting the things inside my head, while I'm on them meds. I was told that they would take me out of this deep hole that I dug myself into, but I'm just sinking deeper and deeper.

I went to the deep part of the sea,
wanted to dive in.
I can't swim.
I wanted to drown,
I would've been missing; Gone.
It finally wouldn't have been a dream.

I live in shades of black and grey all I really want to do is get away. Let'***** this ****, and ditch this town, they won't miss us anyways.