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."