I was sixteen.
but I looked eighteen.
She was nineteen.
The only thing we did
more than argue
was have ***.
She said she had
So much to teach me.
But at night her body
Was soaked in sadness.
She was drowning in it.
She held onto me so tightly
as drowning people
try to do
to keep afloat.
But all that really happens
Is the weight of two people.*
Just makes them sink faster.