An old quarrel, a misfit love and a heartbreak
A child’s heart snaps like a chalk
It bleeds uncomfortably
Haven’t you heard it screeching on a blackboard?
I wish I’d shouted at you, but I didn’t
We ended
Neither on good terms nor bad
Just like a bird speeds towards its death
On a crystal clear pane.
Sometimes I use you like a compass
Not the kind that leads a lost sailor to his land
The kind you can prick into a soft flesh
In a sadistic drive you train yourself to feel.
I can move past you
Medical opinion forbids picking at old wounds
I should move past you to make room for more
Yet I need you, my original sin
Without your touch my pen wouldn’t bleed
I wouldn’t know how a child’s hand
Drops forever, limp,
In a school courtyard where everyone is blissful and stupid
Not marred with the agony of loneliness
Yet.