Breaktime Heartbreak

I have never knowingly broken a heart,
Unless it was that of poor Ben;
My ‘boyfriend’, so-called
For a week or two
When we were perhaps nine or ten.

One playtime I stood in the ‘circle of truth’,
A strange game some child had devised
And under the pressure,
Embarrassed perhaps,
When asked about crushes — I lied.

“I don’t fancy anyone”, I firmly declared,
While Ben stood right there and objected
But I carried on
And refused to confess
Our romance which, now, I’d rejected.