i was told i overwhelmed you
i overshared my problems
the art of self sabotage is quite interesting isn't it

i was too much for you to handle
guess i wasn't good enough
this pathetic cycle of thinking returned once again

i shouldn't let a silly boy determine my worth
my confidence wavers now though
now i question everything, all because you left

i now spend every night
picking at my every flaw
and hating myself for it, wishing i could change

i know intentions rarely matter
after all is said and done
but i feel like if i could just explain myself
and you hear me out just this once
i promise i wouldn't hurt you again
because that was never what i meant to do
you should be embarrassed for me
yet you think i'm embarrassed of you
i put myself out there and it didn't work out
life goes on another day
you shouldn't feel ashamed
for things i chose to say
and the people i chose to say them to
it was never supposed to be an attack
i just overshared in the moment
and now it's made its way back
i hope you won't hate me
but i'd understand why if you did
there's no excuses and i don't wanna make this worse
when i bet you already think i am a *****

He didn’t cheat,
He didn’t abuse you,
He didn’t shame you,
He didn’t overshare.
He offered you help,
He was there for you,
He was a good boyfriend.

You hurt him.
You hit him.
He had paid for something for you and you hit him.
You kissed her—
It doesn’t matter why.
It was still betrayal,
You knew it.

You didn’t speak up
When his words cut you deep.
It doesn’t matter that you’ve always struggled to speak.
You let discomfort simmer,
When you needed space, you stayed silent.

You overshared your pain—
You should have saved that for therapy,
No matter how much it choked you.
You hurt him with your mental health,
You should have walked away
Before the damage grew.

You didn’t accept his help.
You should have fought harder
Even when you were tired,
You drowned him in your storm.
You couldn’t be there for him
When he needed you most.

You spread yourself thin
But should’ve tried harder to focus on him.
He touched you when you were asleep,
It wasn’t okay—
Yet, you said it might be,
It wasn’t.

You should have spoken up
When his touch crossed a line,
When his sounds felt wrong,
When his presence clung too tight.
You stayed quiet.
You bottled it up as always,
Now it’s too late.

You knew he couldn’t survive a girlfriend like you,
Yet it still hurts, seeing him move on.
When you saw him again,
you touched him like you hadn’t broken,
You regret that.

Now he’s moved on.
He’s healed.
Your apology sits,
Because he sees the truth.
You never like to admit that you’re wrong.
You haven’t gotten any better.

we wandered in circles and looked up when we talked. in those hours, in that perimeter, stayed an unminimized, undiminished calm. cautiously and casually, you asked questions and overshared in equal amounts. nonchalant and dying to be noticed, everything you did contradicted. you knocked the same way every time, eager and patient. you tested waters for the sake of it, you didn’t care almost as much as me; of course I understood

I fell in love with your shadow
and lay on the floor with it while you slept.
We had an affair, your shadow and I
while you made mine visit your parents in Buffalo.

I became contemptuous of you there in bed
reading your stupid pop novels.
You became contemptuous of me on the floor
claiming a headache for the thousandth night in a row.

After the divorce, we sat at outdoor tables with friends
who nodded while we droned and overshared,
laughing, shaking our papier mâché heads, ******* down coffee
as the sun went right through us to the sidewalk, bright af.