The Last Mermaid

~ 87 ~

The world of the moon pedals away on fluorescent dreams and merged with the imagination

There is no telling real from fake

I make sense of my world through illumination, seeing all for who they truly are

Perhaps the problem is that I feel everything

I hold you closer me, knowing another may take you again

Why don't you love me? That stuff I chose to love you with drips away into the blackness

You never truly loved me

I see now clearly that you've always chosen to leave me

I would be one of those beautiful realms you'd travel to - where the beach meets the sounds, where you can live in an endless pleasure palace

You could never stay with me because staying with me means accepting a higher form of love rather than a lesser form of living

No, I'm not flashy

People might forsake me for the more exotic, the flamboyant, the flashy

I am a constant that's ever changing

My emotions are as deep as the ocean and my heart as wide as the sea

Why do they not appreciate me?

Why would they rather focus on drugs, guns, and sex than me?

Perhaps it's that this pleasure and intimacy scare individuals to their bones

Filling them with promises above the underworld and sea that are too lovely for one's imagination

For you gaze at the moon

As if it were a place you could never be