The Countdown

This hitching breath and broken smile,

says you won’t feel better for a while,

so there’s nothing you can do, but start

to give in to this blackened, broken heart.

Your quiet mind still has happy dreams

all the while your weary body screams.

The blood pumps slower in your veins,

but the urge to love him still remains.

See, you’re already breathing deeper,

but you just keep feeling cheaper.

Was it right let him win this way?

Or should you have fought another day?

This is the final tear, the last hurrah,

last chance to remember the hope you saw.

This is the subconscious countdown,

before you close your eyes and drown.