Karma...

Heaving. .. electing the least chattering novelist. Passionately scripting verbiage and adverbs; I made you exultant. Deep thought reminded me only you could do that for yourself while I enhanced it. Too passionately aiming to impress distracting myself from the truth remembering truth didn't often travel along those lips as your chatter was minimal; minimal then stumbled into the lateral of your happy right into maximum exposure

Finishing off all division. .. effortlessly binding everything together. It hurts to remember. . . But it seems that's what my heart wants for me

You chattered the least

I let you enjoy your space alone between cerebellums and medullas and cardiac connections... 

letting your brain chatter your heart away from me.

      (oh my how parts of you spoke up then)

Parts of you spoke up loudly screaming for me... when ex's exit the door revolves sometimes back into the familiar

Karma sure slapped me in the face with the disposition of us. Karma confidently let her bosoms bounce... her breast accompanied along with her slow walk paining me with glimpses at her fine ass. She turned heads only to rebuttal with a slither. 

Karma was no snake... Instead she wore the crown of Medusa adorned with jewels on her throne of promised treachery. Karma too chattered the least with actions boldly flagrant to the victim. You could hear the hissing and slithers when you closed your eyes to feel instead of attempting emotion with sight

Heathens = heart breakers... similar to the ones that broke your heart.. shattering every glass door, wall, window, and division of you

I can imagine how former candidates feel when un-chosen for positions... I thought they understood their resume didn't uphold the requirements here in this boxing ring for the bullies and bee stinging warriors. Round 1 would yield they'd fall to the whispering gossip of their compatriots back into lonely

Karma cut the chatter and swung those corpulent hips into my cherry blossomed sunset--- just as I set to sit down her frivolous nature came out to seek from the hide kicking me thrice in my hide... I thrived off your hive; I ate into the demise at least one last time and baby you were sweet. No nectars for explication with luscious juices draining from your garden... I faded into the moans... right out the door the sonance traveled followed by me for the very last time.

Karma was relentless. 

This time I grabbed the umbilical cord and cut the shit with her.