Dont think

I thought,
and was wrong,
to think that,
we would last that long.

Bought a present,
it being the last,
gave it to you,
and you left me pretty fast.

I became mad,
but you made it worse,
like a dark,
stinging strong curse.

You stole my heart,
and went away,
gave it back,
until that day.

The day you came back,
and we got back with each other,
and cheated on your other love,
me being the another.

So dont think,
when you date,
because its a mistake,
to decide the outcoming fate.