She didn't chose to leave, or leave her trust in me
Logically, I know that. I know wires were crossed
An electrical fire of the mind was whyI was spying, lying, dying or she wished I was, anyway.
Her parents told mine she has been hospitalized for mania
Although the specifics are unknown, and I don't know how exactly
Mania means a decade of friendship could be treated as though ten years were ten days
As though I was nobody more than a stranger.
She was the stranger, in a landscape wherein
Nobody could be recognized, not me, not her parents, not the truth
And all I can do was write a card that would be sent through her parents at visiting hours
And remind myself she didn't mean a word she had said, a knife she had thrown at my back
But the knives still hit their targets. Intentions don't stitch my wounds, no
Being backstabbed still means I'm in pain, even when the only blame
Can be pinned on mental illness rather than cruelty.
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