True Colors of Betrayal

Clara, I told you everything. The bullying in school,

the funerals, my surgeries, how much my family means to me.

But a thousand miles away from home, you let me fall apart alone.

Lost for three fucking hours. You said it was my fault while you ran

to Brooklyn, didn't open your eyes at all. You stayed in the hotel acting

torn, but I saw the pictures the very next morn. Hand-in-hand with her

on the subway line, while I was breaking, losing my mind.

Fuck you, Clara! Fuck you, Brooklyn! For every scar