A Man's Delusions
You’re wrong.
And I wish you’d know it.
You’re not the victim,
Of some elaborate plan—
You’re just wrong.
I set my boundaries.
I set my rules,
I drew a line,
In the sand of our relationship,
And you crossed it.
Over,
And over again—
You say it was accidental,
But if that was an accident,
I don’t want to know what you think is purposeful.
Choosing delusion over reality,
Can’t be taken lightly,
For you ignoring rules,
Becomes you following a higher purpose.
You’re not the victim,
You’re the wrongdoer.
The attacker,
The anxiety in my life—
I need a break,
I need that space,
So I explained.
All of my thoughts to you,
All of those rules,
Yet instead begging for forgiveness,
You felt sorry that I was cruel,
Sorry I had set those rules,
Sorry that I thought the victim—
Wasn’t you.
Copyright © Claire Godenir | Year Posted 2025
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