Happy Endings Aren't a Given

I had a problem in high school, and my sweetheart felt 

the brunt, confused and lost to my being, I rudely set her 

up to be dumped, over and over and over again, like a 

very wicked game of roulette, I'd spin her round, she'd 

rebound, come back like a kitty to the vet, she even went 

with my twin awhile, but a tale's not over and done until 

you hear a year later we wed, and set up for our marriage 

run, we had an apartment with new furniture, owned still 

by the stores, yet soon I snapped, like a hobo packed, 

and bolted from the doors, she and her mom set up an 

annulment, and I signed it without fuss, but Mary never 

forgave me, and my tries at amends have gone bust, 

then recently, aged 62, I attempted one last grab at her 

forgiveness, saying we were love's coming of age teens, 

and so thereby blessed, but she scoffed at me, still 

sounding sixteen, the age we'd come to meet, and the 

jilted woman, forever scorned, said never again we'd speak