Plenty of Fish in Your Sea

You’re such a professional with your words straight out of a book

Luring me in til I bite on your quadruple-edged hook

I die to hear your words then bleed to death when I do

You build me up- then tear me down to put me beneath you

Eager to hear you, I jump to the phone with each call

But each time we talk you reel me in just so I can fall

Then when I’m down, you gut me like the fish I’ve become

After tearing out my heart, you stuff me with fluff and again I succumb

I naively believe until I’m stuffed full

Then you place me on your good-for-nothing makeshift mantle

Once gutted and stuffed, this fish is not how you imagined

I’m smaller and weaker from the wounds you’ve opened

So you throw me out and regard me as trash

And set out on your pursuit for a bigger and better catch

Just so you can help me remember how small I really am

You throw bigger fishies into this pond where I alone once swam

Making me realize that I never had a chance from the start

I never had a chance at holding your heart.