Careless
I am the little child,
who whilst carelessly playing with
a bird, and unaware of its
fragility, broke and crippled
the poor dear's wings.
Now I hang my head in shame,
and weeping I hold it fiercely in my
rough hands, still ignorant of
the little bones that snap
'neath my heavy touch.
I am the teenager,
who-young and blind-
doesn't see my friend's heart
until he lies hapless, broken
and bleeding at my feet.
It's far too late to take back
my careless affection,
affection that will
never be as deep,
as wide as he wants it to be.
I broke his heart,
it shattered in my
rough hands and the pieces
work their way into my numbed,
careless heart-careless because
it cares too much-like shards of
poisoned glass.
Leaving me weeping, and
with nothing to say except
"I'm so sorry, I never meant to
break your heart."