My former crush has a new job now, won’t
come back ’round today. Happy, then
sappy, not gladly but madly feeling some type of way. One chance to
throw my first love in his face has
spiraled down the drain. One shot to
flaunt my first love in his face may
as well been in vain.
Karma could be a goddess, giving and
taking each soul shaking. Could be
loud or could be modest, loving or
hating our choice-making. Thusly
saying and speaking and breathing
these malicious, mad sweet nothings
could maim me today, and crush
my first love away.