“ A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
William Butler Yeates, “The Mermaid” (via feellng)
this is why we don’t trust mermaids
“ Every poem was yours. Even when I thought it was for someone else, it has always been for you.