Karma

Sometimes you have to lose something to gain something more valuable.
They say that when you fall you gotta get up again.
I did that once.
But when I walked away I felt the hurt on my knee.
I rolled up my jeans and saw a cut.
It was deep and hurt alot, eventually though it dried up. And then became a scab.
A scab that I picked and threw away.
Now I have a scar!
A scar that will always remind me of that time I fell.

The only thing is it wasn't that simple, I didnt just hurt my knee and it didnt just heal.
It was more like I was pushed down like you held me down.
I did get up, but it was hard.
I want you to somehow know what you did and somehow understand that I'm no longer mad.
But remember there is something called Karma. But I'll touch on that later.

My knee was my heart, and the cut was a stab, and the scab was a lesson, a lesson I will always remember because of the scar.
The bruise that changed my life and made me who I am and allows me to forgive you.
I lost you, I willingly backed down I gave you up. I couldn't anymore. I felt that i didnt need to fight that I should have had to fight for something that was mine.
So I lost you but now I found myself and some one found me. That's someone who I dont have to fight for. Someone who stands by me and makes me tall. Someone who caught me and when I fell cleaned my knee and kissed it. Someone who taught me to be careless and not worry about falling!
But karma is funny and life and is even funnier. You see I suffered and learned I lost and gained. But you ? You have to pay for what you did and life will charge you not me. I let go and I left it alone but destiny will play her game. And it will hurt. You see you have not 1 but 2 daughters.

Two that will one day get their hearts torn apart, that will love so blind and so naive. That will give everything without expecting a pain so hard! They will both cry! They will cry like it rains, they will think that they cant go on, they will fall and you have to watch them fall and try to help them raise., But they wont want your help. They'll want "his" help. You'll hate "him" for lying to them, for using them, for telling them what they want to hear. For building their dreams and then shattering their hopes. You will hate "him" for being just like you.
And that in itself is Karma.

And life's a bitch and then we die. It's a continuing cycle. And destiny will deal you your cards and you will have to deal with it. You'll hurt watching them hurt, you'll ask why these young boys do the things they do? Then on that day, you'll remember me, my tears, my pain and on the day that one of those girls falls I'll raise her high, and explain the cycle to her.
She'll lose someone and gain something more.