Blue-eyed
Carefree as can be,
Who is that child?
That would be me.
First grade, unrequited crush
Who knew there'd be such a fuss?
Young girl, she planted a kiss
And my response was "ick!"
In retrospect I should have known
Not the best response it would seem.
Open palm, across my lips;
A kick to the balls, now feeling sick.
On the ground, reeling in pain
If only I was able to explain.
There was a trauma behind that word;
It really wasn't about her.
Maybe if she had known
We could have avoided
An unfortunate episode
Of grade school Kiss-to-cuffs.
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