Vents Hidden in Verse

our koi pond.

A/N: it's late at night and WOOOO i am in my FEELS bro. this is what happens when i'm left alone. i start thinking and then BAM creativity. CAPITALIZATION.

written June 1st, 2022 at 1:45 a.m.

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koi fish.
we watch as they slide over each other,
nudging and shoving
to make their way around their pond.

"i wonder what they taste like."
that is what came out of my mouth.
it was not what i was thinking.

as i researched the flavor of koi,
neurons wheeled over a whiteboard
and mapped out where we'd go from here.

searching wedding themes,
sitting front and center at your concerts,
purchasing our very own koi pond...

our reflections in the murky water
of a las vegas koi pond
showed me everything i have
and could ever need in this life.

i get so scared sometimes.
i fear the fish becoming too frisky,
jumping out of the water
onto the frying pan of vegas pavement.
what happens when their life is sucked out?
what if they do not taste good?

everything is so close,
yet so much could happen in between
to fry my idea of perfection.
of a lifetime spent by your side.

i apologize for apologizing so often.
i don't want to be at fault
for preventing the creation of our koi pond.

it will happen one day.
the hole will be dug,
rocks and bricks surrounding,
and we'll purchase spotted fish of our own.

we'll watch as they slide over each other,
nudging and shoving
to make their way around their pond.

and i'll always be curious
as to what they taste like.