Blinded.

I only heard one side of it.
What was I to think?
That he was full of it,
and you were innocent as can be?

Neither of you are innocent,
not in this situation.
I couldn't deal with all his pain.
My heart needed a vacation.

Funny that I felt that,
Since I think nothing of myself.
Now I think even less.
I don't blame you, but my mental health.

You never talk to me.
Unless I'm trying to die.
How was I to know your side of it?
I can't tell what's a lie.

I was left no choice I had to take sides.  
I hate doing that, I'm neutral.
But I sided with the one who actually talked to me.
I guess nothing was mutual.

He talked so much about how much you loved him.
And then was so hurt when he wouldn't hear back from you.
And he always told me about the guys you were with.
What was I honestly supposed to do?

Should I have ignored him?
Should I have shunned him when he needed someone?
I can't do that, it's not in me.
I care for my friends, but maybe I should be done.

I held his hand and I tried.
I tried to help him with what you two had.
I knew you loved him, I knew how happy he made you.
Was attempting clarity really that bad?

It's funny how blind we are when we get one side of the story.
It's pathetic that I try so hard to preserve your happiness.
I'm sorry I never tried to get your story, but you never respond to me.
I'm sorry for creating this mess.