You filled me with hope,
so I ignored red flags.
That’s how I cope
with the itch to pack my bags.

Loved you so deeply;
I knew you were an ocean
but forgot shores drop off steeply.
I drowned in devotion.

I was naive to not realize
you knew how to swim
when you watched waves brutalize,
tear me limb from limb.

Said you didn’t know
how to tread water.
You didn’t mean harm, though;
I guess it was manslaughter.