it rains and rains as you momenteraly come to senses of sorts it isn't anything but fitting for there never was anyone else i knew to be bigger on the dramatics i wonder what kind of freedom such indifference brings do you ever stop to wonder how you do not know your own flesh and blood the way you make soulmates with bottoms of the bottles does it burn your insides better than the tiny hand of tattoos where is the irony of only ever excisting on top of your heart i will no longer be the one for you to call i do not want the crown if the kingdom was only built for liquids secrets and sadness