The Boy Whose Head Had Split Open

SHE WALKS PAST ME.
LONG BLACK HAIR FLOWING IN THE OCTOBER WIND.
SHE DOESN'T SEE ME;
A BOY OF THE SAME HEIGHT.
EVERYDAY SHE WALKS RIGHT PAST.
DOESN'T TAKE A SINGLE LOOK.
MONTHS LATER, SHE'S STILL SWIMMING IN MY HEAD
OCCUPYPING ALMOST EVERY CORNER OF MY MIND.
AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW IT.
THE FEELINGS I HAVE FOR HER FLOW FREELY, SOON TAKING OVER.
BUT SOON I REALIZE THAT I AM IN WAY OVER MY HEAD.
NO ONE WOULD EVEN LAY THIER EYES ON ME.
I WAS MADE FOR NOTHING. GOD MADE ME CAUSE HE WAS BORED.
I DESERVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN THIS WORLD.
NOTHING SHOULD PAY ATTENTION TO ME.
I'LL GROW OLD AND ALONE AND DIE ALONE.
A BITTER MAN WITH A WALKER
AND NUMEROUS BOTTLES OF PILLS.
BUT SOON I REALIZE THAT I AM IN WAY OVER MY HEAD.
SO FAR IN OVER MY HEAD IN FACT
I SOON FALL FLAT ON MY FOREHEAD.
MY HEAD SPLIT OPENS
AND THE JANITOR IS TOLD TO CLEAN UP THE MESS IN ROOM 636.
ONCE INSIDE, THE JANITOR SEES THE MESS THE BOY HAD MADE.
ONLY A SMALL POOL OF BLOOD SURROUNDS HIS NECK.
THEN THE FEELINGS AND FANTASIES START FLOWING OUT.
THE DREAMS OF HOLDING HER HAND.
DANCING WITH HER.
KISSING HER.
AND THE JANITOR,STARTS TO SEE WHAT FEELINGS THE BOY HAD FOR THE GIRL IN THE OCTOBER WIND.
AND ON SIGHT SHE STARTS GIGGLING. A LITTLE BIT OF LAUGHTER.
UNTIL IT MUTATES INTO A FIT OF GIGGLES
INTO A GUFFAW. SHE'S CLUTCHING HER STOMACH BECAUSE IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTSSHEFEELSASTHOUGHSHESGONNABURST.
HER LAUGHTER FILLS THE WHOLE SCHOOL:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

SHE CRIES "OH MY GOD!"

AND SHE LAUGHS THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH.
UNTIL HER HEART COULDN'T TAKE IT.
SHE TOO HAD DIED IN THE ROOM.
BECAUSE THE BOY WOULD NEVER HAVE HAD A CHANCE WITH THE GIRL WITH THE LONG FLOWING BLACK HAIR.
THE FUNERAL;NO ONE CAME.
BUT THE PRIEST AND HIS ALTAR BOY.
WITH NOTHING MORE THAN A QUICK BLESSING.
THEY CART OFF THE BOY. THE BOY WHOSE HAD HAD SPLIT OPEN.
THEY PUT HIS BODY IN A WOODEN COFFIN. INTO AN OVEN.
HE'S CREMATED. HIS ASHES THROWN INTO THE WIND.
THE BOY WHOSE HEAD HAD SPLIT OPEN.
HIS FEELINGS LIKE A FLOOD.
AND HIS HEAD THE DAM.