Atlantic and Moher (Poem)

I am the cliffs of Moher 
You are the vastness of the sea 
You say my name with the whisper of the sea salt wind 
I crumble into you 
You see the fault lines where I lack
Your waves don’t judge me
They fill in the pieces of me I fear I’m missing 
There is a cave system hidden inside of me
They lead to the very depths of who I am
When your water’s breach my veins, that leads to this hollow crypt  
I hope they don’t retreat when they see my shriveled-up heart
My heart causes earthquakes 
When I learn to shed off the pieces of me I don’t like
A landslide of cutting off the things I despise about myself
You follow behind me, grabbing at the pieces I drop 
A fragment of who I am is better than losing me completely 
“I want all of you, not just your bits and bobs and what you think is presentable” 
When your volcano of emotion erupts
I watch as the wind works less like a calming agent and more like an agitator 
I’ll try to shield you from the breeze
I’ll watch the wind beat you towards me on your back
I’ll smile and be ready when the tsunami sirens turn on
I will already be bracing for impact 
I am strong enough to handle all of you crashing into all of me
When boats from foreign lands come sail on your thoughts
I’ll allow them to scale my sides 
I’ll let them make a settlement right on my edge 
They become a part of me
When the birds that find a home in my mind 
Fly and land on your fishermen boats 
I hope you don’t scare them away
They are frightened little things
Let them make a home in your crow's nest 
They become a part of you 
When people look at your shore
They will find pieces of me
When people look at my side 
They will find evidence of you in every crack