I'm your alarm clock at 3 a.m in the morning, your diamond ring falling down the sink, your bleeding chapped lips speaking words of wisdom and your broken glasses next to a pair of contacts. 

A dirty mix of music that never does fit into a genre, a blend of your tears and the sparkle in your eyes. The bitter taste of lemon when you take too much, the pain of the right side of your head after an enjoyable day, the single plug that gives way to cause a black out. 

I'm the warm side of your pillow that makes you flip me over, the single embarrassing memory you refuse to remember but do anyway, the outcasted stitch that goes wrong after a straight line and the sound of clock that indicates moving time you can't hide from.


And I thank those who love me.