pieces shatter

cause you never think the last time
is the last time.

you always think you'll have one more time,
and another after that.

but when you don't,
and its gone,
it will shatter you to pieces.

the flowers will hide.
the moon will die.
the sun won't rise.

to desire anything is a struggle
because the thing you desired most
is gone.

holding onto hope
feels like holding onto knifes.
and those knifes will turn on you
and tear you apart.

you muster all you can
and still that's not enough.

you're running out
so you sit there and let the regrets of yesterday
consume you.
at least you can do something.

at least you can do that.