Controlled chaos


Controlled chaos.
That's what she called me.
She said everything I did was for a reason.
Then she created the worst of treasons.
She knew me through and through.

This girl did a number on me.
She didn't think twice.
Or even three times.
She knew all the angles.
She was no angel.

Math and repetition.
Create precision.
There is always an extra piece to the puzzle.
I was just an extension.

She fucked me over.
Again and again.
She was never my friend.
She knew how to pretend.

Yet I had a soft spot for her.
And she did for me.
There was never betrayal.
She just did not care about allegiance.