I’m terrified of swimming
Yes, I know the water feels just fine
But, what about those little fish?
You know the ones who bite toes?
The toes that happen to be mine?
Horrible things, aren’t they?
Cute in aquariums and bowls
Cute when you don’t touch them
And just let them keep swimming
As distant and happy little souls
Admittedly, I love to watch them
They are strange and energetic,
Simple entertainment for people like myself.
But what if I get too close?
Well then, they won’t be so aesthetic!
As they pester me and bite me
And then I’ll never love them again
They are one and the same
Diving into a sea of them–
I’d rather just stay in
And hide in my bedroom,
Watching fish swim in circles
Ones I don’t have to touch
Or interact with
Ones who can’t say something foolish
Because they always plead the fifth
Yes, isn’t that better?
Than swimming into a sea of cold lips
And cold hearts?
At least, I’d like to say so,
Except for that one flustering fact
That the moment I stop looking
Is the moment I’ll be found,
Not by just some other annoying fish
Who wants to nibble at my toes
And give me grief
Until I decompose
But by that one that won’t
The one who’s only annoying
Because the fear I have for others like him
Yes, he’s the exception that will drive me insane
Because with every hope he brings me also comes a fear
That with all these other reckless fish,
How long will it be before he, too, brings a tear?