i love the way rain falls & you love the way it crashes
and i feel like somewhere between those lines there's a conclusion i'm meant to draw maybe one where they simply explain why loving each isn't necessarily enough especially when we don't love each other in the same way especially when i'm beginning to wonder wonder if maybe you only love when i'm at my lowest if maybe i only love you when there's still time to pretend pretend that maybe you won't stop falling that you won't join me crashed out on the cement that maybe this time is different
flawed, like a broken vase beautiful, like the golden cracks on her face spoiled, like her flowers left to die forgotten, like just another moment lost in time