Realization

It's not how I imagined it to be
I didn't think it through
It's not my intentions but can't you see
My insensitivity just brings out the worst of me.
The more I talk, the more I weep
Nothing good comes out from what I speak
Could it be that my lack of tact
Couldn't stop me from showing you the painful fact
Of how life works.

Sorry wouldn't bring it all back
But then I don't intend to say that
Knowing you could also be
As insensitive as me.
Could it be karma?
No, not really.
Because we both know
That some things have to go.
And this is one of them.