From the little girl in big girl pants

Hello Mr. Infatuation

My name is your next fling
I signed up last spring
To meet you
But back then I had this thing
Where I thought love really happened
But now I'm done actin
Done romanticizing
That you were more than just a phase
Like you would last past
September days
But rather you are short, without a point
Something like a phrase
Who knew it would be the fairy tales from my
Childhood days
To hurt me
Never thought I'd find out this early
That it's true what they say
You stop givin a fuck once you come of age