Cry baby

If you did it
In the play ground they’d
Shout cry-baby, cry-baby
So you sit in stark white
Propped up by a
Loo and a large glass
Of wine
Sobbing quietly,
Black rivers on your
Face and a pool of
Hurt in your eyes.
Kiss chase,
Spin the bottle,
Can’t rewind.

You’re never too old to
Cry,  baby.