I always rushed everything too soon because I wanted to know what it was like to be with you

I never gave myself any time

I wanted to feel new, shiny and alive

It never got me anywhere good

I was always left broken, used and misunderstood

I never learned my lesson with oversharing

now here I am left with all this useless, left over information

I clung on to empty words and half assed actions

I fell for different shades of blue and brown eyes but their lies all the same

I hate who I see when I look in the mirror, always wondering will the girl with dark hair ever be better?