after my first true betrayal
I found myself mumbling
                                           snitches get stitches
shredding the dignity of my conscience
I left a paper trail of trust
   a reminder for those to come
sprinkled the strands over my scars
and let them settle into the backdrop of my pain
I learn from my mistakes
(even kept the hilt as a memento)

but Tre...
                Tre is different