Bad Heart

I went to the Caribbean and fell for a sea mermaid.
Her skin was clear and smooth like pearls.
It was not her light that drew me,
but the darkness that I dwell.
I hate the term “love”, because it means that it was the dark place that I fell.
And from me that I leaked like a well.



I shave my head like it was tomorrow,
looking back on my old self,
off with my old look.

So I set myself a fresh look.
The new hair is the new you,
so the shaven head is the hair of no more
like the past long gone,
like yesterday