Ages ago, I met you.
I liked what I saw-
you were weird
you had a perverse sense of humor
you were cute.

Sometime last year
we became friends
and I knew our friendship would last forever.

We were good friends
I was lonely
and somehow, I was attracted to you.
I barely knew you
yet I had feelings for you
and I thought
perhaps
you shared them.

What a naive fool I was.
It quickly became obvious
that you didn't share my feelings
Too bad I was too blind to notice.
You wrecked my heart
whether you meant it or not
and caused me more pain that I deserved.

In May, I finally got fed up with you
and did my best to forget you
and after more months of pain
and it almost worked
and just as I was able to forget you
you made a little noise.
Not enough to get me to talk
but enough to make me remember
all the good things we shared
before the bad things happened.

In October I figured,
what the hell...
might as well give you one more chance.
Damn...I'm denser than I thought.
I'd think by now
that I'd have learned.
How stupid can I get?

When you finally got around to agreeing to talk go me
you never showed up
and never called
because you were sick.
(When have I heard that before?)
But, ok, I think I can understand that.
And I let you off the hook
and two weeks went by
and I hadn't heard from you
and I assumed you didn't care.
Then you sent me an email
and said when
and asked where.
And I said where
and you said "will do."
And what do you know?
When was three hours ago
and I haven't heard a peep from you.

I don't know what your excuse is.
I don't really care, either.
Just forget about it.
I wanted to think you had changed.
I wanted to think you were better than you were.
I wanted to think you could actually tell the truth.
I wanted to think you could live up to your word. Just once.
I don't know.
Maybe you have changed.
Maybe you are better than you were.
Maybe you can tell the truth.
Maybe you can live up to your word.
But I can't see that anymore.

I'm sad to say,
that all I do see
is the person that caused me more stress than anything else.
And that she hasn't changed.
And that she isn't better than she was.
And that she can't tell the truth.
And that she can't live up to her word.
And that I can't waste any more time with her.

So I don't know
if you think this is a game
or what
but I'm sick and tired of playing it.
And I have absolutely no idea at all
why I'm even considering giving you another chance,
but it's yours to take.
Gotta love that magic number three, eh?
It's the last one you get, though.
And if, by some twist of fate, you actually do care
please let me know the next time you pick a date
so that I know whether or not I should waste my time waiting for you.