Mermaid.


Mermaid

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.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

6 thoughts on “Mermaid.

  1. Oh wow!
    You know what/ My mom, whom I lost to suicide in ’04, had me convinced until age 14!
    You have displayed her heart, you opened it up for me to see!
    -Thank you!

  2. I am glad you liked it guys. Poetry is just me thinking out loud, glad you like the listen (grin) Hopefully I will not reveal anything to embarassing in my thinking so loudly.

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: