I was once told all knowing, able to be felt and experienced love is as deep and vast as the ocean. I was then told I am stuck in the deep end of a pool. That my ability to fully love was limited to my physical self; and apparently unable to be fully received? Or simply not enough.
I don't know what's better; a warm sunny day, floating calmly on the surface of a pool. Or, lost at sea, trapped amongst the waves searching for land, desperate to be found before you drown.
Fuck you and your ocean, I'll be chillin poolside.

SCREAM!
He yells at the side of her face.
Halfway hiding
Sarcasm shields her
And
Holds the shared space.
Distracted.
With drawn.
She pulls away.
His shoulders slouch as he takes a deep,
Breath.
He's been defeated by his destruction.
He. knows it cuts deeper.
I care he tells her.
I'm sorry the words crumble from his lips.
HA!
Gotcha ya punk she laughs in his face.
She's won.
Yet again.

Discovery!

I've made a discovery!
He yells out loud as if he's became a new father.
Proud.
Full of joy.
Elated.
I've made a discovery!
He yells and yells to no one as he dances in a circle.
Can you believe it?!
It's true!
Oh my it's true!
There are and always have been four parts to
dis, cov, er, y.
Then, in that moment he stops.
His face flush.
His breath dancing within his chest.
Oh my...
He regrettably says as faint as a whisper.
What have I done..?
Dis, cov, er, y.
I was never actually complete.