at one point i felt so dark and lost
our lives, joint ..split and aside tossed

at two times
i felt used and bruised
this wasn't new news
but still news nonetheless

at 3, now i see
the way you live
is not meant for me

lack of self respect
loss of morality
i wish i did detect
your fickle mentality

from me to her to him to he
poor girl, when will you be?
free
please, don't make me plea..

i promise to show you
everything you quit
i promise to know you
despite your lacking wit

i like the idea that it's just a phase
i miss when we would get lost in the other's gaze
the days of laze and laying in sun rays

too bad some phases last a lifetime.