I wish I were stronger—
Strong enough to kill,
To wield this blade against him
And cut a smile into his throat.
Feet that dance on knives for my sweet voice—
Feet that stumble among strangers, instead of a tail to swim among sisters.
I had wished this upon myself—
Agony, all endured in the wretched name of love,
I traded my whole world to be with that prince.
All for nothing.
And so I wish I were stronger—
Strong enough to reason
Because he gave nothing,
So why should I die
Instead of him?
If only it were easier to hate,
To cleanse my heart of this
Ill-fated, Illogical love,
And take my place in the deep blue again
With those who truly love me.
Because I am weak,
And the weak? They die.