Kindergarten krushes

I once knew a love so pure,

that you could only find it in kindergarten

A place where castles reached high above the sandbox

And our only homework

Was to think about what we wanted to be when we grew up.

Those were the days we used to go out to play for recess

And There

a princess

Constructing her own Kingdom

And I wanted to be apart of it

So I thought about going over to talk to her

I took a deep breathe to clear my mind

She made me feel Squishy

Like play dough

The only thing to wash this feeling away was a stiff shot

of Apple juice

she was a musician

tuning my nerves to walk up to her

My mind

An orchestra of thoughts on how she could be the Mrs. to my Mr. Potato head

We were going to build each other up

Piece by piece

Hands sweating, I gave her my last cookie...

Because her smile was sweet enough for me

When I walked up

I thought I said

"Hi, my name is...

Your playmate for the next eighty years"... But what I actually heard was

Dun dun

Dun dun

Dun dun

I was determined to get her to like me.

When she played with Barbie dolls,

I grabbed a G. I. Joe and told her

"I am willing to fight for you "

She was the only girl I ever shared my crayons with... 

And I had the sixty-four box with the sharpener in the back.

If you had that, you were set

Coloring passionate pictures of holding hands

But I must've had the wrong coloring book

Because she started coloring passionate pictures

With another boy

I mean come on!

He had the 128 pack of crayons

colors I never even heard of...

What the heck is a fuscia?!

My head

a mosh pit

Of crayons flung in anger

And one of those colors

Read heartbreak

Perhaps you misheard the title of my poem.

It's not about my

kindergarten krushes but

how

kindergarten

krushes

She was a deceptive-con artist

Stole my all spark of a heart

And left me in a war of

Grubby little hands that couldn't hold a care in the world

but still crush you

I remember

Kids played hot potato with things other than your heart

Like

I tried to give her the world

But I never seemed to have enough green play dough

I remember

when they asked me

"what I wanted to be when I grew up"

Now I can tell you

I want to be the little kindergartener who falls in love again for the first time

Heart foreign of the concept

broken

Because one day

I'm going to fall in love again

And were going to create a new kingdom

In this new sandbox

So ill wait

Because I'm saving this last

Heart shaped cookie

Just for her