WHY HAVEN'T YOU SAID ANYTHING?

One O'Clock, I said everything I should've said but not all the things bothering my thoughts.

Two O'clock , I said hello when I expected more than just a goodbye.

Three O'Clock, I pulled out my paints
and painted my soul blue in remembrance of you.

Four O'Clock, the door slammed shut and nobody was home so I lost all my control.

Five O'Clock, slamming all the windows shut to make sure it keeps the demons out.

Six O'Clock, hot showers and writing with my fingertips on the fogged bathroom mirror "I love you" in cursive letters.

Seven O'Clock, I took my keys and drove down the neighborhood trying to manage my thoughts inside the car.

Eight O'Clock, I'm back in bed and you managed to stay in my thoughts when I'm trying to clear you out of everything I do.

Nine O'Clock, and I confess that I will never be myself again if you don't let me go gently.

Ten O'Clock, I prepare myself for bed and I give myself one last glance in the mirror and tell myself I'll be okay even when you're not there.

Eleven O'Clock, it's dark out and I never thought it would be this dangerous to fall in love with someone who can break my heart with my soul covered in bruises.

Twelve O'Clock, I can promise this, and only at this time, that I will keep you close enough to hear you breathe, and fear me at the same time for I will find you in the darkest moments of your life and still fucking love you when you want me to leave because the timing is always wrong.