"what is young love if
it doesn't leave you
tattered battered and
shattered?"

doodling your name in corner pages
muddled in a drunk ecstasy
rose tinted glasses shade the world
now I wish they'd hide you from me

dallying in corridors past recess
waiting for a casual glimpse
your honeyed eyes, my paradise
drowning in a wistful jinx

you smell balmy and lyrical
subtly of cotton candy
I dream of holding your hand
running through a stream, so dandy

but why must you hurt me so?
the dark pewter knife still aches
with ebbing erratic pulses
my heart beats although it breaks