It’s Not My Betrayal
Karma can be slow, but I’m as patient as I am petty.
I don’t understand how you sleep How your heart doesn’t pound out of your chestHow your palms don’t sweat While your fingertips clutch at nothing. I don’t understand how your throatIsn’t a barren desertHow your barbed tongue forms wordsWhen it should crumble to dust. I don’t understand how your eyes can be so vacant and far When the mirror shows you theTruth of your character I don’t understand what you consider valuel...
