You should have said, in early May,
“I am a girl who only wants to play.”
Perhaps your words would have altered my view;
Perhaps I would have backed away from you.

You have cut down my sense of pride;
You have cut up the love that I harbored inside.
That is more than law should allow.
Are you a girl who’s feeling better now?

I thought that I, in empty shells,
Could hear the sound of ringing bells;
But all your shells are filled with sand;
No bells ring in the shells that touch your hand.

I toss; I turn; I cannot sleep;
I roll my eyes then start to weep;
It’s like I have a thing for tears.
The hurt will last for half a hundred years.