Every where I turn you leave
a trail of broken tears.
All I see are shards of broken hearts,
I thought you would have learned after
all these years.
There are consequences in the tragedies
you leave in your stead.
I wonder if those shards of hearts
enter your mind while you’re
asleep in your bed.
Many times I’ve scolded you about
considering the feelings of others.
But to no avail; I decided to stop
speaking to you as if I
was your mother.
I hope one day that karma catches
up to you real soon.
Then you’ll end up like the many
that you left broken and torn
from the moment they met you.