I am a scorpio who
doesn't give a shit.
you can keep your karma,
your stars, your jars of jam
bought in Brooklyn.
I'll be me
in the middle,
sharpening a knife at night.
ready to take a slice
out of life, a chance,
because all you can do is try, kids.
and by you
I mean me,
because you suck.
my regrets are my own,
made and framed,
curated like an art museum.
your regrets are fear,
shallow, real fear
of forever or just the next moment.
the UI/UX of this shit,
is that I am your loss;
you are not mine.
so take your em dash,
and shove it up your ass,
because I am well done.