his heart was murky sea water in january
and curious me bent down to have a look.
“you’re the one” he would whisper.
i didn’t realize what he was saying
was a siren’s song, a shivering-sweet melody
that beckoned me to jump in.
and when i dove head first into those frigid waters
not knowing he would devour me- tear my heart to pieces.
when i swam to the shore damaged and quivering,
not knowing how long it would take to recover- to trust again,
when i screamed at him “liar!”
not knowing it didn’t bother him- he didn’t care,
when i cried for weeks,
no one was there.
no one but me.

/he’s done this before/