1st strike.
I loved you.
You said it back.
But you didn't mean it.
We broke up.
2nd strike.
I loved you still.
You said it back.
You still didn't mean it.
You cheated on me.
We broke up.
3rd strike.
I loved you more.
You told me you had changed.
I believed you.
You lied.
Cheated on me again.
We broke up.
You left me brokenhearted and alone.
Then three months later;
You asked for another chance.
But I said your three strikes are up.
Get out.
I keep thinking what if I had given you another chance...
But then I remember...
The pain.
The agony.
The emptiness.
I want none of it.
But know this I will always love you.
As my friend,
And my first.
