Narratives

Your narrative of me is false
For you call me crazy, yet you feel the loss.
You tell all your friends I lost my mind, but forget to tell them how you wanted to rescue me from it all.
Tell them I’m obsessive and attached, without mentioning you were there first.
Does thinking of me in poor light make missing me easier?
I know it does for me.
My narrative of you is false
For I call you crazy, yet I feel the loss.