Carry Me Poem by Tate Blackman

When fire strikes deep to men's hearts
And burn loneliness in towers
Our bodies will connect in different ways
Over time we will carry small parts of each other
The beauty of it is that we will always hold each other
You used to tell me that I was the ocean
Full of everything yet empty in the most childish ways
All I wanted was a harmony with you
Water was my way of deception
And with water in your eyes
I died a little from your tears