A trail of red liquid followed quietly behind you as you crawl, on your knees, closer to me
You’re pathetic
Your hands are glued together in front of you as you chant your sorrows and apologizes to me
You shouldn’t have wronged me
I, sitting unamused, am holding back a laugh because I knew
I wish I never met you
I knew you’d come back to me
Because there is no one like me
Your karma will come and you’ll regret what you did to me and I knew you’d come back to me
It happens every single time
You should’ve known better than to wrong me
The Paramour 