I put my hand on my chest, a habit I never quite shook after losing my heart.
I wont cry, it'll be fine. I'll take my last breath. Push it out my chest 'til there's nothing left.
He whirled in the water and grinned at me. Damn, he was a handsome bastard. I realized he was half-naked. Blue swirls of tattoos painted his chest. When God made that chest, he did to tempt women.