The first time you left, I took you back because I felt sorry for you. When you left again for the same guy, I thought I had more to offer. When you needed to find yourself, I understood although the fact that you were fucking some beefcake dude and posting it all over Facebook should have sent me running. Then back to the other guy. Every time, an email, text, or call about missing me and wanting to be with me. Every time, three months of greatness followed by inevitable withdrawl and then… someone else.
I want you to know that you are a liar and a coward. Have the guts to walk away if you’re not interested in me. Don’t drag my self confidence through the mud and make me be the one to end things. All your talk about wanting to love me and have me in your life were lies. You made me be the stronger one to say goodbye when you’d moved on long ago.
Well, there ain’t gonna be a next time, this time, sweetheart. I’m out.