We clashed, under the illusion of gaslight

We clashed, under the illusion of gaslight
When you couldn’t cope with my life
You tried your own take on deus ex machina
But the only person who would have been happy
With the ending, would have been you
You used psychology as a weapon
Wielding a passive aggressive shield
You thought yourself above discovery
Only you failed to convince me
That I was the victim of my own psyche
The only forces at work
Were your egotistical machinations
A fail of epic proportions I survived you intact
And as our paths diverge, I am stronger
Not vulnerable as you hoped
Being haunted by the living
Is more draining than anything the dead have to offer

©Alysa Blackwood-Bevan 2016

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