hit the deck

tie us up and throw us off the hull. we are the hearts and scars everyone will strain to understand. fake a wound and I'll still patch it up, point a scar out and explain how it got there, i'll do the same. from crying under blankets to napping under fans, all I did was turn. with you by my side I could do anything- jumping off bridges sounds so much more fun when you promise to do it too...hit the water, fight back. push yourself off stairs to stand up for yourself, i'll be against the floor with you. middle fingers to anyone who judges us, we can call them cunts forever; gossip about a buried horse, kill the flies that come up. put our emotions in bottles and send them to sea, maybe we will find them again off the hull