He allowed me in his heart the way a calming ocean welcomes a school of fish.
He parted his ocean for me to permit me to walk and breath with the other contents of his heart.
My legs could carry me up and down the walkways he has carefully constructed for me a million times before I bore.
I could make a home in his beautiful parted ocean.
A home surrounded by tall walls of his ocean I am not allowed to touch.
I can only see the blurred animals and the washed out plants thriving in the distance.
Until, I learned to swim in the depths of his heart he has never allowed anyone else to see.
Up close I saw and felt every vibrant coral reef and every painful tear run down his cheek.
His heart glowed and wrapped itself warmly around my body.
His radiant soul reached out to touch mine.
It had cracks and tiny seeps in it leading to the darkest parts of his past.
He pulled his arm away quickly, watching me notice his flaws.
Before he could move away, my soul reached out to grab his.
I had cracks and tiny seeps that lead to dullness everywhere he didn't.
Would he allow himself to join with me?
We could fill up each other's voids if you would allow it.
We could fix each other if you need it.
We could become one if you wanted it.
Rest In Peace Ray
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Numbing Waves
PoetryA compilation of short stories and poems about mental disorders, love, sexuality, and whatever my happens in my life worth writing about. These are the deepest regions of my conscious written down.
