Tic-tac-toe

We used to draw lines upon lines
Upon lines and fill them lines
with x's and o's
X's and O's that stood for the past;
The esexs and hoes that
Troubled our past.
We scribbled sweet words
At the ends of the paper:
"I love you", "I love you",
"You love me, don't you?"

Euphoric I felt, this love
Is sealed, this love is real
'Tis love I feel.

But one morning dreary
I awoke alone
In the ashes of passion
I awoke alone.

"I love you", "I love you",
"You love me, don't you?"
Tic-tac-toe; my lover is gone.