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