It is either the world is unfair or it simply likes to mess me up.
It is unfair that you already claim that she has your heart when you kept on confessing that your heart is in my hands.
That it is mine to keep even when I don’t like to have it.
Time passed and I learned to take care of the heart you have given me.
And learned to love it too.
I saw you again
I was giving my heart to you.
You just smiled a bitter smile.
I was so mad that I threw the heart you have given me to you.
You were shocked.
and I was smug at least you were hurt
The problem is...
I was so relaxed thinking that I still have it.
Your heart I mean.
It was too late when I realized that it was my heart I threw to you that day
It was my heart you failed to catch that day.
Then I realized.
The world is neither unfair
nor does like to mess me up
It is I who was unfair.