who don't even know how to drive
all dreams, no map
no one knew us
like we did
(and no one could hurt us
like we could)
you were a security blanket
that I carried a few years too many
and I still miss the way
you smelled like not growing up
our miseries bled into one
we indulged ourselves too much
and we were not strong enough
to carry each other's burdens
or old enough to know not to try
I was a sickness you kept catching
I came back to you when I grew weary
and I made you weary, too
we were so young
and you have faded from my skin
but there is still a splinter of you
in my lungs that pulses
with your heart (I imagine)
some nights I am still sixteen
and you are still my sweetheart
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