I cut myself again
My left wrist; not my right
…I don’t need that one anyway.

As you passed me in the hall
I waved and offered a smile
You didn’t even look up
To see my face wilt in silent humility

I tried again at lunch
You needed money for some food
I gave all I had- all for the rest of the week
“Cool,” wasn’t the type of attention I anticipated

I cut myself again
My left wrist; not my right
…I don’t need that one anyway.

Will asking for help get me anywhere?
No- ‘There’s a teacher; ask her.’
So I had to be so stupid
As to try my next plan

Knocking over my purse,
Letting a personal roll your way- was not the plan
‘Sweet, candy!’ – is all I want to remember
And how mortified I was, is all your business

I cut myself again
My left wrist; not my right
…I don’t need that one anyway.

I decided to keep away from you
There was nothing else I could do
I couldn’t take the way you’d remember me
-That plastic and cotton isn’t candy.

If breaking a heel while walking upstairs
Is a moment to remember- then I remember
You, you of all people, caught my wrist
My left wrist, and I began to bleed.

I cut myself again
My left wrist; not my right
…I don’t want this one anyway.