Karma, Do Your Job Love

I hurt, I shouted, I bled out for you; you did nothing.

I had to stitch up my own wounds that you left so deep

I had to soothe my own mind that you left so confused

I had to release the feelings that I had bottled up for you.

It was all a game to you,

I love how you gave me up so easily,

how you talked about me to your home boys as if I didn’t spark not one flame in your heart, having you thinking,

“Wow, she could be the one.”

You are one pathetic, disgusting human being & I hope you reap what you sow.

I hope you’ll one day experience

all the hurt that you put me through.

Only then will the tables turn.

Only then will you hurt, shout & bleed for me.

But by then

I hope it’s too late,

I hope I’m famous & living my best, happy life while you’re down here with regrets.

I don’t wish the worst on others

but I do believe that everyone

deserves a taste of their own medicine.