"You are nothing to me."
The boy flicked the **** of his drooping cigarette towards the asphalt,
The girl with eyes reflecting the sea,
Released the tiny beads of salt that stung with such a raw intensity.
Her pale freckles caught the tears like tin pots;
used for leaky roofs.
In the end,
there were too many holes to fix,
and she flooded,
with nothing to keep her afloat.