What I would give to be the shadow
cast upon your paralyzed body
from the dim light shining through
the cracked window of your quaint flat.

What I would give to be the oxygen
filling your heaving lungs with new life
keeping your nightmarish reality alive
while you're lost in your heavenly dreams.

What I would give to be the one.
The one to bring you out of the shadows of doubt
so you no longer need to close your eyes to escape.

Your words are art.

They dance off your tongue into the air
Sharing the atmosphere with my stunned silence.

Each string of twenty-six tragically overused letters
You sculpt together effortlessly in a matter of milliseconds.

Your words are art,
And you paint my fading reality anew with brilliant colors.

The moles on your hunched back
form themselves into constellations
each dot connecting to its neighbor.

I've become endlessly starry eyed
gazing at the wonders of your galaxy.

Those old dusty blinds opened
Allowing the rays of sunlight
To once again shine into the room
Coloring the blank white walls.

Reflecting through the empty spaces
It fills my soul with the promise of another day.

I stroll down memory lane
Because I love running into you.

Underneath our
bruised mask of skin,
We are the same.

You had the ocean in your eyes.
The sea held the power to crush anything in its path.
Those tragic, rolling waves of deception, destruction.
I'm drowning beneath the surface as you take me    u
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