TheIdleWriter

There is no one left to pray for me, but I don't feel the sorrow one bit. I have already made my peace with the emptiness and the final chapter has long since been writ. The only thing left now are the closing statements...

The universe never ceases to amaze me With this funny thing called karma And how badly it wants to spite me Like last year, The one person I had no desire to meet Whom I actively avoided... I saw him three times a week, no fail Or just last week It only took one off remark Considering the "manager" Before he had to leave and I became interim Or every day, now I get to be mocked by her picture After I tried to ask her out (though I'm not sure I deserve this one) It's uncanny the way things work Never in my interest, ever Like I've somehow managed to incur the spite Of the entire universe.