i played right into your hands

it wasnt what you wanted
but
how often to do you create what you want
when do you bring your desires to fruition
almost never, right?
because you would rather send all caring for the hills
you dont want us to care
to feel
to worry
though you make mistakes
according to your own right
your own volition
you make us all carry
care
like a stigmata
against your right
your crucifixion
like caring for you is an abuse against all
you cant claim the abuse that makes you run
but you take blame against us like
priests against the clothe
i love you
but its not what you want
and so it is
wrong
i am wrong for you
know it now



i do.