bad karma, bad relationships, hell of our own making, hit delete, poem, Poetry, sonnet, toxic love is not love, wanna
“I said, I’m scared of moving on. I said,
I don’t wanna. I said, I don’t want you
to leave me. I said, I don’t want the dread
of you being happy with someone new,
or how you look at another person
the way that I look at you. I said, I
want it be you forever. No one
else but you. I said, I think I’d die
if you were happy. I wanna. I want
to be your one and only. I wanna–”
I stop the voice mail, a frown on my face.
I hit delete. Some mistakes live to haunt
us, some to drag us to hell. I’m your karma,
I see, a hell made without hope or grace.