It was an oddity
to see him writing
calling her out while he
hid behind a keyboard,
his writing was an oddity
and he wasn't the
least bit embarrassed about his
rants upon rants and she knew
that this was the storm;
this was the backlash.
Her loyalty-confused friends
bought into his
game and they too fell into
pity with him and she
wanted to blame them but
she knew
once she'd fallen in pity with him too,
and as long as he could he would
call her a cheater
and a liar
and a ruthless heartbreaker,
and no one was the wiser
because pity was a special poison.
