Differences between Pirates, and Global Warming

I'm not here to bend your wrist back-wards, but only to lead a willing person attached to this bone.
Be warned, we might go in circles, I'm still learning my way, too.
I can be the solid ground to build yourself off of, but the difference is that this ground isn't stubborn.
People could tell you to tread lightly, but I wouldn't have anyone's footprints on me than yours.
You'll be the new Neil Armstrong of a completely different place- my heart; the place where you and your marks belong to.
I don't mind if my heart collects dust on your shelf, of if my heart molds your finger tips into its side; I've given this by my own will.
It's interesting, how we give each other our own hearts, because we either choose or can't take care of it ourselves.
This is my heart residing in your care; for it won't be left to starve, but to gorge itself in the love you have provided for it.
I am your heart's engineer; I will work overtime to keep everything all together.
If I could get away with it, your heart would be beneath my chest, giving me new reasons to live.
These words do choke my own wrists; I don't know how you will perceive these truths I'm writing in our life.
The point is not that I can't breathe. The point is that breathing isn't my necessity in life, when I am with you.