CPR

I felt the
cold water
in my lungs
as I sank
to the bottom
of the ocean.
This was it.
The End.
I could feel
everything
collapsing
my heart,
my lungs...
When I felt
someone
wrap
their arms
around me
and gently
scoop me
from the water.
I felt him
carry
me to the
beach,
lay me down
and put his
mouth on mine.
He was breathing
life into my
body.
I felt his hands
on my stomach.
Pushing.
Pushing the life
back into me.
I was dead.
He gave me
my life
back again.
After breaking
my heart and
leaving me
he tried to
save me
again.
Years later.
It was too late.
All he did was
crush
my ribs.
The reason why...
I was still alive
this time.
Its OK to just
let me breath
and live my
life.
I no longer
need you.
I can breath
on my own.