I used to give hundreds of hopeless chances before cutting the cords of my bleeding Cordelia. Now my patience falls at count of three I'm kind no more Can't wait any longer for you to come over yet again and cut me If you don't know how to hate me I will give you a reason You got scissors, I got swords We are now even. About #broken friendships following broken hearts (singular/ multiple times) About second chances, but how many thirds, fourths, fifths? About becoming somebody's rock to hitting rock bottom. About giving emotional support to getting emotionally #wounded. About giving boundless #love, to building healthy boundaries. From fighting all odds to Getting #even