my dad loved fishes, but i did not
the empty piece of land at our house where i begged him to build me a swimming pool, he build a pond instead
and as a compensation, he gave me a goldfish

my dad loved fishes, but i did not
but i found myself
making sure that he eats everyday
making sure that he has enough space to swim
and at one point, i actually told him about my day
and before i knew it, i could tell which one he was even with my eyes closed

my dad loved fishes, and i did too
but one day, the sky decided to cry with me
and my screams were louder than the thunders around me
because at the corner of my eye,
i saw my baby floating, helplessly.

you see, my first love and my first heartbreak wasn't because of a boy who wore shorts and off-white sneakers,
let's save that for another story
my first love and my first heartbreak was because of a fish that fits perfectly in my palms
so don't tell me that there are plenty of other fishes in the sea,
because he was the only fish that mattered to me.