You're my greatest joy
And my greatest misery
The minute of meeting you
Was an instant of soul recognition
There's no place for it in logic
It's almost shamed - the idea of unconditional love
Wandering around late at night
Wanting to fill my brain with books before I go to bed
It needs to make sense
And if not, you're left to feel ashamed
Ashamed that you want to feel
Ashamed that you don't want to feel shame
Ashamed to want to feel something
YOU ARE READING
The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
