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."