It's tired of chasing wasted potential.
Exhausted from an endless marathon of trying to get to you.
It has tears from getting caught on your spiky, trap-like heart.
There is never enough time to stitch itself up before it encounters more thorns.
My heart needs a break, a nice 30 minute sunday afternoon nap.
If I let it rest it'll keep asking for 10 more minutes.
But is there really anything wrong with 10 more minutes?