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Fishing for Love

by Ava Blu


You asked me why I dont fish
So I showed you the hook around my lip
You said you werent trying to catch me
As you flung another into my hip

I flipped around
Showing my fins
Waiting to be skinned

You know I didnt bring my net; I cant carry you home

Your words as you tossed me back into the water


I watched as you left me to sink inside my blood
You thought your hooks went deep enough
I pulled them out
And made my way back to land

Found you sleeping on the couch
Guess my scent on the bed was too loud

I found your rod
And grabbed the fishing line
Got some hooks
I was gonna make you mine

Carried you back to the water
Hooks inside and out

I would have come back for you! I just needed time!

Your screams are pointless
My wounds are deep
Save your voice for the sharks
Theyre ready to eat



I like to fish now
As long as youre my bait
I would have been yours forever
All you had to do was wait.

02/22/2005

Author's Note: Eh, I like most of my imagery in this, but it is missing something. I want it to be more gothic, but this is all I have for now. I\'ll revise it. I don\'t like the title either. Usually my titles are great, so I will think on this one.

Posted on 02/22/2005
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/23/05 at 05:42 PM

Pardon the pun, but catchy use of extended metaphor throughout. Entertaining read!

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