oversharing

over-caring

you never made it fair

lovesick girls with

golden curls

too much for them to bare

laughter echoed

around the room

as you walked in

and called our doom

spill my guts on these pages

spill my guts on the floor

you hovered for ages

stood at the door

just breathe, my dear

it’ll all be fine

oh no, i fear

i’ve crossed the line

the lovesick girls with

golden curls

i’ve gone to join them there

for pretty boys with

many ploys

and a million reasons not to care