My First Heartbreak

She knows who she is Maybe I was her first heartbreak Girlfriend? No, best friend? I thought so. Only eight (and a half) At recess I was alone At lunch I was told to got to the bathrooms It was as if all the crows had come For their daily bread I was their daily bread I was being told about how I had said awful things about the girl I didn't know The ringleader was my 'best friend' I didn't remember saying those things I did remember about how last Summer A bird had gotten stuck in the air vents in the same bathroom It's corpse sat there for months, rotting away All of a sudden I envied the corpse I felt my heart sitting next to belly button The first of many times I would feel my heart break Then it had been a fortnight I waited outside her classroom every day after school but the crows would always come and take her away After a month it was the school disco It smelled like sweaty plastic and adrenaline We were avoiding each other She knew she had lied and the crows attacked me because of her little rumour On the way to the disco her Mother who I shared my mother's pasta recipe with who braided my hair so many times who painted my nails on my birthday Yelled at my parents about their disgusting eight year old (and a half) while I sat there in the backseat and listened Once again I envied the rotting bird I saw her Mum at that disco I felt my heart drop again, by now I was used to the feeling At the time I was so furious with her for spreading those rumours Now I pity her I wonder what she must have been going through In order to drive her only friend away Maybe she also felt her first heartbreak that week Maybe she envied the rotting bird corpse in the bathroom Maybe she was just trying to distract the crows waiting for their daily bread.

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