It’s funny how the head knows before the heart.
That things are slowly ending.
You try to convince yourself things will work out.
But a broken heart is impending.
You plan the “talk” in your heard,
but no matter what you say, or do, or wish
Someone is going to get hurt.
You both hurt.
Continuing when you know the end is near
is a worse fate than uttering the words.
But the words are fatal.
Do you dare say what your head knows?
Or do you hang on to the last embers of hope
that linger in your heart?