Than I'd hoped I would
Though I didn't have a plan
Selfish act committed
How many days
Will I feel sick?
How many hours
Of minutes of time does it last?
Folly suffering
An old familiar memory
A rock thrown at my head
Misdirected retaliation
In the grass throwing blows
At my friend's face
So much tension bound up
Taunted by the jeers of the others
These acts endured repeatedly
Not just to the naïve teen
Ignoring the warnings and
Believing magic is real
What fool matures
Yet repeats the pain?
It should feel different
That my heart was a stone
Not a smatter of butter
Vulnerable to heat
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