Strike 1

When I met you I thought you were kinda goofy, but fine.  

Tall, dark and handsome to be exact.

But after some time, the cheating began, 

and continued, and continued, and continued.

One chic after another

"He told me he didn't have a girlfriend"

"I thought ya'll were just friends"

"I was told ya'll broke up"

So we had to, but it wasn't for nothing.

You taught me the power of a kiss, 

and since you were my first you taught me the power of dick.  

You taught me to have love in my heart for myself and for others 

and I will always thank you for that.

 

Strike 2

Now you were a totally different can of worms.  

I knew you were a player from day one but I had to have you. 

You know how it goes, good girls and bad boys. 

But after a few years things got bad. 

I had broads in my house when I wasn't home, 

broken windows, hang ups on my phone, 

and oh yeah don't think I don't know about you and my friend. 

I supported you and how did you repay me, 

you took all the love I had to give until there was nothing.

After all of the break ups to make up 

I didn't have anything left to give myself.  Then... you know,

I had to love myself enough to let you go.  

But even though it felt like seven years wasted, it wasn't for nothing..

You taught me to never give 100% when I was only getting 2% in return.

I learned never to deal with a broke ass man with no goals.

But most of all you taught me that love is not enough to make a relationship grow.

It takes mutual respect, honesty, understanding, and of course good sex. 

Mostly you taught me never to go back to an ex. 

If it didn't work the first three times then it won't work the 4th, 5th, or 6th. 

Duh

I'll definitely never forget you, but I'm glad we're through.

 

Strike 3

You were an older man and although I wasn't very attracted to you I looked past all that. 

You had a good job, appreciable property, and cool hobbies that I grew to love,  

I even grew to love you.  I didn't realize older men were just as crud ball as the younger ones.  

I thought you would have grown out of that phase,

but naw, you let your cousin's girlfriend who befriended me 

to get you get all up in your head and just like that we were through.  

But remember you can't turn a whore into a housewife (for long). 

No hard feelings though.

You taught me about having doors opened for me,

Full body massages with candlelight,

Communication because you couldn't,

Being sexually uninhibited because you wouldn't. 

You taught me that older doesn't necessarily mean more mature 

and just because a man promises you can trust him doesn't mean you can.

 

3 Strikes

Dayum, I'm 27 never married, no kids. 

Am I ever going to find someone for me.

Fronting all day like everything’s OK,

Crying all night thoughts of suicide, taking my life

Can't go backward, to scared to go forward

Now what?

 

Then my angel appeared and told me everything was going to be alright.

Encouraged me when I was ready to give up.

Held me when I couldn't stop crying,

Supported me when I was unsure

Comforted me until I was myself again

 
Now I have my angel!

I have the kiss, the dick;

I love myself and others no matter what. 

I have respect, honesty, communication, understanding, 

full body massages, candlelight and uninhibited great sex.  

We both give 100% and if for some reason one of us can't 

the other picks up the slack.  

Now I have the man and the ring.  

Who would have ever thought, all along my angel was my friend.

3 Strikes and I’m in!!!