For the final time, please go away
If I told you how I felt, would you understand?
Or would you tell me the same things that you, you and you have told me in different permutations?
If I had to explain myself one last time, or rather why do I even have to explain myself one more time?
Sometimes I wish I would bump into you and look at you as though you are a stranger. One of the passer bys and a faceless dot in the sea of people.
She said that one day, he will get his just desserts and justice will be served. Revenge served cold on a platter is always the best. She asked whether I believe in karma. I want to believe in karma. How does it work? I have a calculative mind. Does it mean for every time I cry and weep, he will always cry and weep one time?
I am tired of this. I really am. I just sit here and do nothing. I do not go out and put myself out there. I do not court trouble. But why does it come to haunt me?