Earthquakes no longer feel foreign to my body The backstabbings happen more and more lately Different friends and different fantasies that she made up in her head I thought that I trusted what she said but the lies keep getting worse The spiralling stories of the past Rehashed And then rehashed again Each a shock to my body like an earthquake rattling the shore I thought I knew the ones I could trust I thought she was really my friend As each story keeps getting more unreal Each moment told again and again in constant repeat I can’t seem to fathom Her words feel like they are in a box hidden in her closet ready for her to pull out In rage In consequence maybe Maybe everything she does is a calculated plan that knows all details Maybe every word she says is a lie Where she’s from Who she’s talking to I can’t manage to keep up All I want to do is leave her in the dust Emotional women being toxic to each other My mind rambles Let this be over