trench

anyone but you.

did it not cross your mind to ask me?

not once, but twice;

if it was possible for me to breathe

underwater

don’t care who it is

but I care about the mistreatment

of my feelings

and our promises

that you didn’t think twice to break

seldom do I feel the same

when you look at me with those eyes that spells

guilt?

inevitability?

happiness?

that you inflicted unnecessary emotions

to a girl who was away

people ask me how we’re still okay

and I tell them it’s not that deep

what they don’t know is the millions of feet I fell into

when you fooled me so confidently

you all look at me like I’m about to shatter.

you censor it like it’s taboo

like it’s spear, inches away from piercing my heart

even you, the passive bystander

actively speaking of me,

Absorbing false accusations from my murderer

Why didn’t you ask?

Why didn’t you ask, twice? Thrice?

why did you assume....

that I was fine.

That’s not how this relationship functions.

You don’t leave a person drowning when they can’t swim.

You kill a bird when it’s suffering but

YOU

can’t even ask if I’m unsheathed?

You call yourself my lifeguards

but you shriek and shrivel in fear

when you feel the icy water

deep inside your bones.

But the reality is,

I don’t mind dying if it means

living with you in hell.