the average human
describes their heartbeat
as a thud-thud or a few
rough pats to the chest.
i fall asleep with my ear
pressed up against your
chest. all i can hear is the
echo of a captain yelling,
"let me sink...let me sink..."
i ask you how you would
describe your heartbeat,
you point to the ship
in the bottle mounted on
your father's bookshelf
& faintly say
"the glass bottle keeps the
ship from sinking, completely
blocking out the captain's wish
to learn how to breathe
underwater because air just
isn't doing its job with keeping
him alive."
your break up letter to me
went a little something like;
"you were built in the fire,
stop acting like you burn in it.
you were never made to be fragile,
you were never made to be my glass."
my plead for you to stay
went a little something like;
(20) Missed Calls
your final goodbye
went a little something like;
a thud thud to the pavement.
& my final goodbye was
cracking open a bottle on your
headstone & standing in the sea
with the water rising up to
my knees, with a small ship in
the palm of my hand, a dunk
underneath the tide & a faint
whisper, *"breathe."