3, 3's excludes the forth.

La la let down.
Here again.
Once again.
What’s new.
Fuck shit, old news.
drama and ignorance.
butch annoyance,
petty attempts,
at one night stands.
painted with a coat,
of blunt to brass.
all enraged with a bitter distaste.
Disregard, second to last.
Flee oh flee.
Fed up, leave.
Feel it yet?
like a swift right hand.
How quickly her absence
is realization....
she's already left.
Fast oh fast…
Never looking back.
A lonely empty.
Epiphany…
she now hates you.
Tolerant and patient.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Simple a such.
Yet enough to fuck up.
A sigh and a shrug.
Fed up and worn.
A walk away goodbye.
Followed by familiar scents.
A realized subconscious thought.
Too little..,
Too late.
Too fucking bad.
For this time…
She’s not coming back.
cheers hold true,
for three three's,
excludes the forth.