Can you hear me

over your own laughs?

Your crude jokes

the promises you never kept?

The nights you spent driving through the city

Too “busy” to hear my cries

Can you hear me

as I scream underwater

and you easily float at the top of it all

When you told me you loved me

despite saying those words to somebody else

Can you hear my footsteps

as I walk out the door?

Or do you not care?