melted

fishnets do not a mermaid make

you like to speak of the world in the skies, where airplanes fly and galaxies are hidden behind cotton-candy clouds.

you are from the sea, across the sea, vice versa, all of it tumbling and whirling in the waterfalls and crashing waves that you let crash over your head, you're suffocating and yet you force yourself not to cry out for help, you are not a burden.

cardigans and sweatpants do not a fashion icon make, but i have always chosen comfort over style, it is a constant in this world full of constantly changing tides; you are off running again and i am busy, busier than i was, perhaps, yet the constant i wish to change is how you stay up late at night.

fishnets do not a mermaid make, although you seem to be ensnared in an invisible trap, it is a world of confusion and cluelessness; my name sounds better unsaid but yours is common and clean, yearning to be set free.

you are less than you aspire to be, but someday you will get there, for even if you are not around, i will support you.

living does not a life make, but someday, life will be worth living.

i promise.