sweet karma (i guess my pride is a little bruised)

twinfriend.

sisterbrother, with the sweet brown eyes 

that hold my gaze, steady: 

i wanted to be more heartbroken 

when i told you 

that you could have a piece of me,

like an extra piece of cake

snuck to you 

on the sly, 

and you handed it back to me, sheepishly

and told me that 

you were already too full. 

i guess i'm less mad at you, more

mad at "the place". 

the same  fucking place 

that i often vacationed in when

i saw love, skipping merrily 

towards my front door. 

and lovers were mad, cuz 

theyd been knocking on my front door, waiting

to be let in. 

"sorry! i'm in 'the place!' but i'll 

send you a postcard."

well, i've learned my lesson,

and i'll take my karma, 

and i'll make sure to laugh because i get it now. 

the cake was probably too sweet anyway.