A Girl Named Coke.

She was a girl named Coke
Met her when she was sixteen.
Didn't know her then.

She was a girl, named Coke.
And she was seventeen,
Gave me my first kiss where I thought, I could live for this.
She told me things, of stories and dreams.
She told me of secrets, and all the places she's been.
I was in love, into her.
Briefly.
But she told me what pain was
Taught me how to feel it too.
I loved her, briefly.

We spent every day we could together
Hand in hand and heart and sleeve.
It was delicate at first, never one to break another,
She touched me in ways that only made me
Felt.
Took her to my favourite place
She then said her name was Coke.

I hoped for no change in what we were living
Doing.
She hoped to change me,
Told me one day that I was afraid.
Said she knew where dragons went to play.

We smoked
Exchanged worlds.
Told her things words couldn't explain.
Swallowed, injected
Ourselves.
Gave me drugs and words
All the same.
She told me something that haunts me to this day,
Told me why we both chased the pain,

I hoped to say something but I couldn't speak
She described the day when we met.
Told me how she slipped and fell
How a friend of mine made her drown
A few drinks loose words
Friends friend friends.
Parties and homes a place to hope and move
Had her first taste of a drug called H.
Simple hopelessness
Bruised and made.
A friend of mine
Taught her pain.
First she was up, with the stars in the night
More drinks, more drugs
No fear no fright
Drinks, drinks drunk, H.
Drunk. Drunk. Drunk.

People tried to cope a feel,
Easy to, really
When they're on the floor.
Drunk enough, just enough
To remember how it felt
She couldn't move,
From more than what she drank.
Told me, she wished
To see faces, or even count.
Told me
That night,
She danced for some boy.

She was sixteen when I met her
Paid her for the exchange.