Face It

As I open my eyes to the curdling sound of my alarm clock,
There are three things I think of,
My dream fading away fast into the dark corners of my mind,
How the chilling air tears at my covers,
And you.
Triggers of you make me feel like I'm in a war,
Near to triumph but not quite sure it will come.
Things may pop up here and there, but I don't care,
At this moment with you I have no doubt, no fears, and no pain.
You heal the wounds I can't sew myself.
But something that has been a punch in my face is,
I can't stop time.
No matter how much I wish to press pause,
And get some good sleep for once,
Or keep that kiss close to my heart,
L stands for life not luxury.
And love?
Please,
Love got distracted by a butterfly,
Ran into Home,
And forgot the way back,
But Love didn't need to remember anyways.
Though it left quite the mark.
It left me drowning,
Gasping for the sweet air of peace.
Clawing at it's memory,
And searching in everything for that feeling I once had.
I may get close every now and then,
But it will always leave.
Whether it's down the hall,
Or countless miles away,
It will always leave.
I thought my heart was in flames when,
I danced with a similar feeling,
Always on my toes wondering what steps were next,
Fumbling when trying to impress,
Until I fell flat on my face.
But my heart has now descended,
Into something deeper in the Earth than Hell.
I have now become Cinderella with a timer,
But the glass slipper never came.
But don't worry,
I'll be fine. 
I've been yearning to become the background music once again,
I've learned my lesson.
I will remain the elevator music that creates awkward silences,
That song at the dance that's too boring,
But not slow enough for romance.
That's me.
My broken record will continue to play,
Though the scratches are heavy.
It's worth it.
Each scratch may make you cringe,
But it has grown on me.
I stumble,
I fall,
But that's how I live.
The truth hurts,
Face it.