Different

You were supposed to be different.

The one that I didn’t have to give up on.

Someone that I could rely on.

But I turned my back and you chose her.

She who wounded me with words and threatened to do worse.

She handed me threats of violence.

But you say that “she’s just going through something.”

“She didn’t mean it”

Kick me while I’m down.

When you finally realize that she’s not who you thought she was, you hardly cut ties.

Meanwhile the thread that bound us began to fray.

I took it upon myself to send her to exile as you watch with pity in your eyes from your untouchable tower.

You expect me to trust you.

You lost the right to my mind and heart and soul when you twisted the knife she stuck in my back.

It gets worse as the months pass.

I pretend I’m fine as I bleed internally.

Not that you’d notice anyway.

I mentioned that this one girl hurt me years ago.

Now she’s on your shit list.

Where’s the line?

Violence and hatred can pass but words of childish jealousy are war crimes.

Our other friend notices it too.

The way you let the daggers slip from your lips and look away when they hit their mark.

A light joke from me is treason.

A jab from you is funny.

Our phone calls about your idiocy are so close to mending the dead parts of my heart.

But I can’t mention this to you.

The second I mention you did something wrong I become the witch, cursing you with misery and vicious glee.

I refrain from saying something to avoid the pyre.

I can’t take another face on my dartboard.

Especially one that belongs to someone close.

Why couldn’t you be different?