For the Love of God, Girl

I watch from the sidelines

in silence

as all of his red flags

mascarade as roses

No interference from me-

the scorned lover of times past

I won't be the "crazy" one

but i do cringe on the inside

only anonymously throwing

my words into the wind

in hopes your virgin ears

might catch a syllable or two

as you're imbibing far too much

of his spiritual plague

Your words are on repeat

like they were my own

With a whine so potent

you're undeniably intoxicated

Sober up, Girl.