Friendly Depths

My roommate is a siren,

Long luxurious water-logged hair

And eyes deep enough to drown in.

But that’s not where you need to worry about dying.

Instead fear her pursed lips,

Smirking beneath a button nose.

The words that drop like lines

Will lure you closer,

Working their way into the depths of your brain.

Slowing winding around you, like

Seaweed when you dive too deep,

But even here you have the possibility

To cut away the tangles.

Be wary of when her lips come too close

Cause you’ll be gone

At the first thought of a kiss.

You’re sunk if you make contact.

She’ll lure you in,

Trap you,

Make you fall,

Then pull away fast.

Lock your water-bound cage,

Leave you to drown in your own obsession.

But even this isn’t the worst way to die.

It’s when she comes back

Breathes air into your love starved lungs

Doesn’t let you drown

Doesn’t let you move on to someplace else. Someone else.

It’s a slow death of blissful love saturated air and

Isolated melancholy. You’re “friends,” she says.

So, I warn you,

Though you fight me on it,

Friends fall faster than strangers

But strangers fall too.

There is no escape

Only a dragged-out death

Until she leaves you for better.

You become a “friend” again.