I Told You So

“I told you so.”
I hate the way that tastes,
never really wanted to be right –
prayed day&night to be wrong this time.

But I'm not.
Now, he’s screaming, swearing, slamming
doors, cabinets, anything with weight…
don’t flinch, I dare you.

I should be proud;
I knew it would end this way:
him screaming & you sobbing,
but it’s no victory,

like killing one to save another;
I broke your heart to save my own –
am I too selfish?
or am I too brilliant?

I’m sitting still,
watching it all fall apart;
I hate myself when I whisper,
“I told you so.”