You’re a vault right
I ask, hoping that through all of the ugliness and toxicity that our trust still stands

That all those nights in our shoebox of an apartment
Filled with whispered secrets and hidden desires
The adventures and moments too sacred to share
The things I only felt with you

Mean something

That even though our love
Has turned into something unrecognizable
Stoic expressions cold like ice
Tears and anger
Loss

I still see you behind it all
And I believe that no matter what

I can trust you

Maybe that’s naive

But I would rather be naive than

Apathetic
Thoughtless
Cold (like you)

It turns out

The vault was a house of cards

You toppled it

I was stupid to still trust you
Because in the ugliest of times

You turned ugly too.