The Last Mermaid

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I'll probably never scrape the trace of you off me
I willingly carved you into my heart, sure of our love as much as I was the stars in the sky
Which caused you to rip out my heart - to paint it in humiliation, scorn, and ridicule in your masochistic fashion

It's so hard to open myself up again
You replaced me for sex filled Snapchat posts of food, drinks, and Florida vacations
You took a sniff of her black hair in your yurt and said this was "so much more" than me

All I want to do is grown my fins and scales back, and disappear

Now you won't even think of me, you won't even call - years have gone by and you think that I'll just fade away, forget your heartbreak stain, and accept eventual monotony
You don't think I know how to love, don't know the stories and poems I've written about you, the nights spend thinking of you, the melodies placed on my heart lovingly thinking I'd find my way to you
You don't know the foolishness of trying to move on every time, and realize you're back where you started - to the lust filled energy of your badness, your Spanish eyes staring intently across the room

Just like me, you're drawn back, as the moon pulls the waves

Someday, I'll get you back
See, I don't have love in my heart, maybe I have nothing left of me to give
And yes, most of my ramblings are shots sent into the dark - missing the mark, being ignored

But I have incredible persistence, you see, that's the problem

That's the issue with trying to control the narrative

Don't think this story of heartbreak ends with a girl vacuuming rugs and mopping floors for 10 dollars an hour, coming home with 130 dollars a week
I'll shoot an arrow through all the men who think their women disposable, who dream of sailing off to foreign shores, and making sculptures of perfect women out of the simplest of ingredients - calling it love, and writing books about it damning all the women they've taken advantage of
Two can play at that game my dark prince - your heart will be the star of it all, dripping from the church spire

You'll ask "What did I do to make you so damn angry?"
You can't just leave the monster

I hide in the caverns, I crawl up the tall mountains, I fly overhead breathing fire in the village of your cousins
I'll plunder all the tunnels full of gold, I'll steal all your slaves and set them free
I'll send the princess afloat in the river while she lay asleep

You'll be the talk of the town
I hope by then I'll be a mere memory

Or that I'll drown you down with me, so you'll never leave again