My father loves his whiskey,
He tells me it reminds him of his home,
Nights in Dublin and Irish winters,
He danced with my mother under the moon,
Across the rivers and between the cracks,
Father do you drink to remember?
She still loves you all the same,
Oceans divided and still she remembers the barley,
All of the bar fights, and the serenades that sprouted,
Father do not be afraid,
For she still holds your heart

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."

I used to be afraid it was written on my forehead
and now I want to *shout it from the rooftops

You have two choices
lay down and die
or get up and live

i want to overdoes on you
thats how much i love you

I have a package of letters from you. Unopened.
I still have every message you sent.
Still not reread.
I see pictures of us on my laptop.
I cringe.
Every reminder brings back memories and those memories bring back you.
Some days I miss you.
Others, not at all.
But no matter what
I can't forget
I won't forget
I still remember
You.

everyone's deep sea fishing,
but i'm out here deep sea wishing,
selling my heart,
and i don't make commission,
feeding off all my superstitions,
like knocking on wood,
will give me the goods,
like i deserved it,
like i did something and it was worth it.
i built a foundation,
possessing mad ambitions,
with a lack of love is malnutrition,
withdrawals and i'm itching.