Guilt sometimes drowns me under the wholeness of the feeling,
Like water reaching for your lungs, waiting to suck the life out of you.
Maybe Karma really came after me
even when I did something out of spite
or without thinking,
nonchalantly believing I'm doing the right thing,
When it actually hurts someone in the process.
Maybe being mean to someone for a brief moment
of anger and then regret
brings Karma to your door to say "hello,
I'm not giving you the guy you want so easily
because you've hurt someone
and now you're going to get hurt"
(like I don't get hurt every day).
"Karma, you're a bitch," I shout.
She just smiles and gives me a haunting look
like she knows this is going to end
she knows torturing me is a way
for me to repay.
Through being robbed of happiness
and the chance to be with the man of my dreams:
is the payment.
Karma, you're a bitch.