One Million Chances Poem by Tarsha jones

One million chances is not enough
You have finished me, I am crushed
No more tears, I've cried enough
There is no commitment and no trust

I took you back so many times
You told me lies, to keep me near
But losing you, I do not fear
It will make my world more better dear

So at this time, I make my stand
Realizing you are no man
Just a silly little boy, with no joy
So I let you go, and when you say to take you back
You will already know the answer to that