i am sleeping but i am not beautiful
you kissed me but you are not a prince
we were fish but not the gold kind
the kind you'd find in lakes or in ponds
the kind you'd find while skinny dipping
and they caught us
hands on bodies
bodies on bodies
bodies of water
we were lake erie, we were the dead sea.
you were called to the pacific,
and I am lying in a bath tub
and other than you, my love,
the fresh water is what killed me.
so i am writing, just to tell you, i am dead now.
i am too dead for you now.
