Dark nights and late sunsets

It seems every time,
this tool of paper and pen,
is used to your name,
the thoughts just leak,
into this lake,
a lake in which i cannot swim
in fear of what is unknown
if vines will wrap around my ankles
drag me down
take me there
to the consequences
of your reactions
theres no way i could handle
losing you,
and last night i sat up until 5am
even saw the dawn out shutters
never knew how early it rose
slightly surreal, going to sleep, under blue skies
and i promised myself,
i would tell you, so i will
i love you,
i love everything you are
i love the parts i hate
tonight i don\'t want a fairytale
I\'ll dream the nightmare
back in the lake,
and maybe you could just
throw me a line.