Dear Georgia

You didn't even tell anyone

You made me do it

You made me do your dirty work

in every way you could

and slid that knife down my spine

It was never just a stab

I could survive that much

No, you jumped at the opportunity

to be rid of me

the second I stood up for myself

and spun it around to paint

yourself the victim

while I was left stuck,

stuck with blame for harm

I never caused

It happened to me,

but I still can't believe it

and I wish I didn't have to

because you know what you did

and you knew what you were doing

and you did it as efficiently

as you could, and I should be

angry, but instead, I'm heartbroken

and worried about whether or not

you're okay