Yes, I Know

Yes, I am claiming that you aligned with the devil The emergency trip to his lair after I called him out The darkening of behavior, as if you were his tout The destabilizing oscillation between loyalty and rebellion The triggering insinuations of interest in a stallion The triangulation of messages designed to make me grieve The quiet nod when I asked if you want me to leave

Yes, I am claiming that I saw you revel Flashing mirrors at me literally, you thought you were clever The textbook manipulation, an arrogant endeavor More clinging to people I had reason not to trust More emotional violence triggering rage to dust Rubbing your nose with the middle finger, how very subtle The smile on your face as you saw the torment bubble

Yes, I am claiming that you had help The countless triangulations couldn’t be accidental I’ve known you for 18 years, I know you’re not mental Your need for attention was always a red flag The denial, the flipping, the victimhood drag False narrative generation aligned with the enemy White faced lies with contradictory physiognomy The bombing of love followed by threats of abandonment Promises of change, then rhetorical cantonment

No, I can’t be certain, it’s all probabilistic To protect one’s family, one can go ballistic With guns to their heads, you could be asked to comply How can I be sure they didn’t force you to lie? It wouldn’t be the first such instance in that hellish country Much worse has transpired in the annals of history

Yet if I were betting, I’d say you were turned Shown a dark picture that made your stomach churn I bet you were told you were wiser than me I bet you were told you were the one to fix me History will decide who was aligned with justice History will decide who was plagued with malice