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.