I can no longer handle the tidal wave of heart break
the bloated body washed up
the salty hurt
I apologize for those who may meet me later
I am a crushed can of misery
unrecyclable, useless
It would be nice if my heart was broken
It is not, it still goes, still hurts
it still loves
I figure I will stay quiet and low and soft
save the final beats
for me.
