I liked you first in pictures
Before I met you, in person
I thought you had kind eyes, so blue
And soft hands that would always hold
I was so excited about you
And when we met,
You were so thrown off,
I knew that you could feel my magic
Radiating from my fairy dust heart
I liked your hand in mine
And seeing the your eyes crinkle in the corners
As we laugh like children
When I kissed you,
It was the first of a thousand electric kisses
Wanting you
But when you open your mouth,
And words tumble out
So pretentious and condescendingly
Taking cuts from my ethereal soul
And wasting the pieces, letting them rot
Instead of consuming them
I realize
The trouble with being a mermaid
Is sometimes when you get caught
It\'s by someone happy to tear out the hooks
From my tissue paper skin
And now looking at you in pictures
I realize
How much of my heart
I projected onto you.
What a waste of such pretty eyes,
And hands that will never hold.