Most people know that struggling in quicksand will only make you sink faster.
Yet, when you are young, you are also taught to never give up.
So, are you telling me to patiently wait for my entire body to be engulfed by sand?
Or are you telling me to fight the current and try to pull myself out, ignoring the rate at which my body is going under?
In a situation where your clothes were to catch on fire,
you are taught to stop before you drop and roll.
If my body were to ever be covered in flames,
would I have the self control and calmness to stop moving and get to the ground?
When the Titanic was inevitably sinking in the middle of arctic waters, crew members were yelling at frantic passengers in hopeless attempts of getting them to remain calm.
How could one remain calm in such a calamity?
When I fell for you, I remembered when I learned about struggling in quicksand so I stood still.
I did not want to sink any faster because I knew it would end badly so I held my breath and I stood perfectly still, just as I was taught.
But what I was never taught was that I would sink anyways.
When you were kissing me for the first time,
I felt like I was on fire and I thought about the day those firefighters came to my school and told me to always remember to stop, drop and roll.
But I didn't care enough to stop.
When things were sailing smoothly and you decided you wanted off our ship,
I felt myself break in half and start to go down and as I tried to remain  calm while I slowly lost feeling in my hands and legs,
I realized that nobody ever warned me to bring my own life jacket if I was going to cruise with you.
Despite all of these lessons, I sunk.

-c.g