How was I supposed to know-
They all left by the next year and I sat there fuming, loathing and yet-
I tipped a bottle in honor of my pride thinking. "It's fine, everyone does it don't be a-"
And there was a pussy cat, I named Velvet, since it reminded me of my velvet outfit.
And yet I kept thinking, why did all those I was close with leave at the same time,
But grandma was off life support and breathing fine, I dumped the guy, and the one who moved still calls me every night,
So it's not like they all left last year, it seems as if I left this year-
But even arriving at that conclusion, I believe I'm the victim.
January 14, 2017, I finally realized, shivers up my spine, that I'm the perpetrator-
And I finally push away my pride and tip my head back thinking. "That's not fine."