Just One More

You’re like a house on fire,
While I am still trapped within.
You’re like my beating heart,
Pumped with nitroglycerine.

You’re like a stop watch,
That was dropped and shattered.
You’re like the swing,
That connects the bat and batter.

You’re just like the grains of sand,
That run through the hour glass.
You’re like the cold feeling of death,
Pressed against my few last breaths.

You’re like meth into my system,
Filling my lungs whenever I breathe.
You’re like the small distance,
Between saying goodbye and trying to leave.

You’re like knowing that I’ll fall,
Even before I think to try.
And I’m just another Juliet,
Whose Romeo hadn’t cared she’d died.