A love letter from the depressed on 11/11 at 11:11PM

I used to fall in love

the way one falls asleep--

the sweet, lovely comfort

as one slips

restfully

into the softness

of madness and dreams,

flower petals

in the whirlwind

[then the rude awakening--

abandoned,

cold, shivering,

I would jump awake

eyes straining

in the dark

as he wrests his hand

from my grasp,

and I watch him leave,

shutting the door behind him.]

Years later, wide-eyed

you find me spent

long nights

[heartbroken]

without rest

or reprieve,

you hold me

in my sleeplesness,

under fluorescent lights

at 2AM,

and dreading the dawn

so you lie awake with me

well into the night,

braving my darkest

thoughts, every tear

you let me shed

in your arms,

and I fell

in love with you

the way one awakens

from a nightmare--

I love you, 

my good morning,

my prayer of gratitude,

my sun at daybreak,

I love you,

my cup of chocolate,

my warm showers,

my giver of beautiful,

beautiful days ahead,

I love you.