Poisoned

You did not stab me in the back.

no not at all.

You slowly poisoned me

till I gasped for air

confused as to how

I was so close to

not living.

 

You held me at my knees

when all I needed was oxygen

and told me that it wasn’t free.

That I was not deserving of it.

 

Confusion rattled all my limbs

until I lie paralyzed

For I could not look into your eyes

And forget his. 

 

As the poison finally reached me,

brought me to my final seconds.

You turned to me wholeheartedly

and said that this was you

being

 

considerate.