It's a Bird, It's a Plane! Nope, Just Karma...

I know this bitch, and her name, is Karma.
"Karma" is defined as, "Destiny or fate, following as effect from cause."

I know this bitch, and her name, is Karma. She only comes around when I've committed a crime, sin, or lie. She only shows her face when I'm weak, low, or open. She only strikes me when I'm down, defeated or in love.

So, let me just be clear instead of talking in circles. I did something that would effect someone that I love. I did it without care or thought. I was lustful, and I got exactly what I wanted. I then told the person that I love that I committed this act. The person that I love swallowed the truth whole, and looked me in my eye and told me that I was still loved.

Days pass, words are exchanged, promises are made, and then BOOM! Karma knocked at my front door. She walked right into my life. Beat me with a bag of bricks, and then left me for dead.

The person that I love also committed an act that would directly affect me. My loved one also told me exactly what happened, and all I can do is swallow the truth whole.

What's next?

My emotions are an even mixture of: disgust, rage, and deep sadness. The hurt that I feel burns me to my soul. What do we need feelings for when they can be so easily destroyed?

 I'd give anything to give up, my heart...


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