Octavia

You bastard

I want to make this clear:

Happiness writes white, or

Happiness don't write for shit

Are both nothing close to

Why you block my drains

And break my lock

And leave me siccid,

Pawing at the stars.

For you, you make me happy

And there are no words to do.

Hatton Garden riddle

It doesn't mean more;

It never means less.

Never a debt,

And yet  -

I owe it all to you.