Criminal

I sit stunned,

like your words

are a taser gun

on full blast,

hitting my skin,

my lips,

my brain

in one angry jolt.

I play them again

and the epiphany

blooms like a violet.

I cannot move,

think,

or speak

as I listen

to you rewrite

history

I witnessed.

I was there. 

I know what happened. 

Don't I?

But now

you reveal

the last piece, 

like a puzzle thief

holding out

until the end -

keeping the victory

in your back pocket

so no one else

could have the glory.

I saw only two sides

of the story

I lived

but I didn't see

you,

the masked man

hiding the truth

behind the door.

 

Your side

stayed in the shade

like a shadow

lurking,

waiting 

for the sun 

to fade

and hoping the moon

didn't out you.

But I see you. 

Now my eyes

are open

and clear

with the Visine

of the truth

you speak.

You're in HD,

4K Ultra,

bright as daylight. 

You're a criminal

playing dress up

as a gentleman

who never had

anyone's interests

at heart but his own.

I should've known.