I feel like I should have picked someone closer, someone you might call family, a friend perhaps,
But I can't.
When my heart has been crackling, burning by the fire that my soul ignited, when the home in my bones felt more like hell, the living room became frail, and my bed sheets became soaked in tears, you kept my thoughts sober.
You witnessed my intensity, you witnessed my extremes, you witnessed the fires I failed to calm when I kept bringing the burn instead of the cold, you've witnessed me desiring to put my life on permanent hold.
And still you remained.. You did not mind being drenched in my rain, And for that, there are no rhymes that can thankyou.