you are a broken mess of shattered bones each limb attached to a million little anchors a gradual decline inevitable but baby, i will sink to the very bottom with you i will hold my breath until my lungs collapse and fill with the sickly salt water that surrounds us i will stay there for as long as you need me to and when you find the strength to free yourself i will rise to the top with you and we will rediscover what the sun feels like on our skin and what the air feels like in our lungs