this is about the folklore love triangle
(augustine is the main speaker and the italics is betty's pov)

mapped out his mercurial mind, i tried
heart-stamped letters i would correspond to
looking for love he could never provide
our clandestine meetings i held onto
i played a losing game and lost the prize
"i love you", the words that i always chase
she and i, stained by the blood in his lies
i'm the damsel no one wanted to save

he tried to keep what to me, he promised
i forgave him but i never forgot
staying with her, in summer, in august
full of faux remorse, a crook who was caught

saying, "who could ever leave me, darling?"
screaming, "who could stay?" my scars, his drawings