The Girl Who Wanted to be a Fish

As I look into her eyes,
look into her eyes,
Look into her eyes
I can tell all she wants
All she desperately, desperately wants
Is to be a fish.
A fish to be caught,
To be cut,
To be cooked by him.
A fish to be caught on his line,
Caught on his line,
Caught on his line
And be thrown over into his boat.
His boat that he loves
More than he loves her,
More than she loves me
Because I love her,
I love her,
I love her
More than any boat my money
Could buy, because
Shes priceless,
Like the art she likes to make
And the words that she says
she says
she says
What I need to hear
here in the moments when
Nothing makes sense but her body
but her body
but her body
is a sillhouette
Of all of the destruction
She has endured for years
And the loneliness
The loneliness
The loneliness
That flows through her veins
And creeps up into her heart
Is what crushes me
Like the emptiness in her beautiful
In her beautiful
In her beautiful pale eyes
And if she wants to be a fish,
I want her to be the color
Of those empty eyes,
Eyes I want to watch me
to watch me
To watch Me
From a tiny fishbowl inside my house,
Her house, our house
A place to keep her safe
And lock from the inside out,
Inside out,
Inside out like the shirt
She wears to her bed,
Her bed, my bed, our bed
Far away from the shore,
away from the shore,
Away from the shore
Away from the sea,
Your boat,
From you.