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.