It's overMature

I warned your ass,

I told you to stay away from her.

You didn't,

You held her like you should hold me.

You always loved her,

She was your first choice,

and I your second.

When she leaves you'll come back,

But no not this time.

I'm done with you.

Your poor sad life of getting thrown by a thing you love will continue,

Without me in it.

You kept crawling back to her,

Every time,

Better Luck Next Time.

The End

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