Don’t fish know how to love?
Is this the weapon you use,
to slice open my fishbone heart,
and leave me stranded,
without my tail?
Don’t fish deserve love?
Calling me a siren,
when you dash yourself upon shores,
in your idle shout of false affection,
leaving me to waves and watery death.
Don’t fish know when to fall?
Swimming to your capsized emotion,
where shipwrecked, we fall overboard,
only to learn, quite painful,
the leaving of the sea.