Triangles.

It seems like three is my cursed number, everything in triangles.
Three huge stages of depression in my life.
Three people who changed it the first time.
Said three strangers now, after three years.

Three failed relationships in the past-
Relationship one, though lasting for five months, lost its luster after three.
Relationship two- He broke up with me 3 times. The third day after he told his parents about me, he left for good.
Relationship three- three days after our three month anniversary he left.

Three threats from my dad saying he'd leave,
three times I thought it would be the other way around.
Three nights of non-stop crying,
occuring every three months.

Will this be another cursed three,
three months into my fourth relationship?
I hold my breath, hoping that this three,
and the three days after, finally breaks
the ugly cycle.

I only hope that I don't see another three,
another pyramid,
another tomb.