three strikes

Don't waste my time. It's all that's mine.
Don't hold me close. Just to be kind.
Don't give me hope. If you plan to leave.
It isn't even remotely fine.

Don't play with me. It hurts you see.
Don't pull me close. And then let me go.
Don't draw me near. Then disappear.
Don't think just of you. I'm in this too.

This isn't a dance.
But two lives in one romance that doesn't seem to have a chance.
I'm sure. I don't know.
I know that, though.

As you realize, it isn't even a white lie.
When you deceive perhaps yourself.
As well as me.

I'm not perfect. And you know it.
I'm not ideal. Far from it.
If that's what you want,.
It’s not me that you'll get.

And should you want a perfect fit.
Once more, I'm not it.
But I'm real and I feel.

So don't play with me. It hurts you see.
And in the end it angers me.

All I can say is, you pull away just once more .
And it's over, for sure.
That’s the score.

As they say. In another game.
Three strikes. And you're out.

It's over. You're out. That's it.

*just another thoughts*