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Karma Sucks

The following creative writing piece is a monologue, written by contributing writer Kelsyn Stefanik.

 

Rain drizzles onto my tangled hair as I walk

The road ahead is foggy and uncertain

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And yet I smile because I know that I have done something that you did to me

 

You wince at the name of this place

Your mistake is that you never take what you have for granted

Now you flinch at the little things

Like when your phone pings

Or everytime the bell rings in your first, second, and fifth class

On your last nerve you always got what you deserved ever since we hit the declining curve in our relationship

Lost all hope of ever finding anybody else because everybody knows what you did

Now all of your friends know that you only pretend to care about others

Leaving you all alone and scared because I know how much you care about what other people think

Maybe you’ll remember next time that karma really is a consequence

 

You had it so golden but you were just holding on to the finishing touch

Much to my friends disappointment I acted too rashly in that moment and liked you

Everybody was smiling and laughing because they all thought it was going to go well

Then the news leaked and you tweaked and freaked out about change

You then only saw me as a toy

Your selfish words cut deep and seeped into my soul

Making me look idiotic and naive

As if I knew nothing about love

Or that it works two ways

 

But now the waves of guilt roll in

As everything around you surround and pound the image of me into your head

You could never escape this feeling in your chest even though you tried your best to ignore it

It’s too late now, I’m already gone

But the ghost of me reminds you

That karma always comes back

 

So yes I do smile as I walk

And I think If only he saw me now

But I’m already a ghost to your mind

Invisible to the eye yet I leave a lingering touch

Leaving you to clean up the mess that I confess you should’ve seen coming