There are some fish

You simply don’t want to catch.

The ones that lie

Pretend they are in love with you

Make promises they don’t intend to keep

Have you dreaming of being with them

Only to wave you off


“Whatever you want from me, I cannot give to you.”

They are hard to spot

When fishing in places you are not familiar with

And they seem so real

Tugging and pulling at places within you

Yet disappearing so fast.

Because they are still fish

It is so hard to remember

They are just bottom feeders.