Sometimes oceans are better left uncrossed, I said
But you know as well as I do how those threats of yours persuade.
The seafloor trenches were aching for that ship to sink
And to be honest, captain, so was I.
My lungs were sore from frustration, full to their brims—
But at least underwater I could breathe.
And I bet you still walk around with poetry in your head, thinking that you broke my heart.
But monsters like you only break minds,
And I'd like for you to keep this in yours:
You are not the only one who ended up on dry land.
