Past Crush Poem by Silly Artist

I am very bothered when i think of the cruelty done to my life
Surely of that summer's day in the chemistry lab
Oh my young crush, how my heart flew
When I heard my name being called out by you
But in his handle were the handle of scissors, his hand covering its blade
And foolishly my initial thought was that you were afraid!
But the moment I slid in my finger and thumb
My love for you died and numbed
I thrashed about but you did nothing and stood
And the scissors scarred my hand, just as you knew it would
And I wish that of this memory of you I were to be free
But the consequences of that day has left me marked for all eternity