My shitty poetry diary

You said you'd teach me to sail, and then you lied

I drown in the ocean you showed me.
We veered off to a secret beach,
One you swore by.
And I said "teach me to sail".
And you abided, promised.
You brought the raft and fabric.
You set it up and put me on it.
You pushed the boat out into the cold night.
You were the rock that I crashed into,
The one that destroyed my being.
Threw me under the cold waters and simply watched as I fell into an abyss of loneliness.
Was I not linear when I said "teach me to sail"?

This is like a part 2 of my previous poem "teach me to sail". I'm not sure I like it yet, I'll probably go back and change stuff.