Well what would I know about the boy who is more afraid of falling in love than staring at death straight in the eye long enough to have his mind read?
Well how would I know how it feels to spend 4 straight days of sleepless nights thinking about the ocean under my ribs waiting to burst because you threw me into the never ending possibilities and told me that it was possible that you could leave at the push of the button?
Well why would I drown my thoughts at 3 am and wash my hair with a little too much of a bottle of alcohol and a little too few blue pills to keep me hallucinating that you were and will always be there by my side?
Why would I keep walking through the same alleyways and tiny streets at the tick of silence when I could walk alongside the old drunkard who lost hope and told me to fix myself before he fixes me?
How do I keep seeing you in everyone I talk, see, smell, feel, but I have never seen it in you?
But how in the world would I know how all that feels when I'm only 14?