Countless nights awake when I should be asleep,
Instead, I think of the way it felt to be happy—how I missed that feeling so.

Countless words fighting for the right to say this moment was ours to keep,
Instead, I let none escape, to keep things slow.

And I count this—
Our sweet moment of bliss,
Like a memory held close,
In case it’s my only dose.

Countless arguments fighting for the right to say this moment is gone forever,
Instead, broken hearts keep breaking, and I don’t feel the same.

Countless days counting the sheep, only to float away, light as a feather,
Instead, my words crumbled and disregarded, and I still carry the blame.

And I counted that—
Our faded desires rest on the doormat,
Like a hello to a stranger,
In case you seek danger.