sometimes I still choke on how much I love you

and the shower makes me cry

because I remember getting caught

in the rain with you

I'm sick of holding my breath

like I'm at the bottom of the Atlantic

and I'm waiting for you to love me again

for a while I found comfort

in losing my oxygen

but now I'm tired

of the way I love you unconditionally

and the fact that it's been months

since you last called me

my chest is so black and blue and bruised

and I will not be the kind of girl

to bend over backwards for you

if you ever want to find me

I will be standing ankle deep

in the Pacific

and breathing