Hope don't keep asking more of me than I'm willing to give.
Forreal tho, I was in trouble before the boat sunk and the drowned finally let loose their blood in bouyant droplets.
Because I was a little boy, on the ship, and you came in to my room, and laid beside me with a watermelon smell in your barrettes, and a "I'm forever" in your siuking voice, as the ship tipped.