Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XXXI
Oh, how I loved young Carlos. How he inspired me. I wrote my first poem for him. And my second. And my third. A year later, when he'd no doubt found a new girl at the campground, I was still pining, and expressing my profound sadness through rhyming couplets. It's worth mentioning that we spent all of five days together. What a hopeless romantic the 14-year-old cavefish was.
I'm still in love with a memory
A memory that will never be
It happened but a year ago
At that place so far away from home*
That special place where you and I met
That summer night, I will never forget**
Our time together came to an end
When I had to leave for home again
Then all the tears poured from my eyes
And I slowly began to realize
That no one could ever take your place
Or erase the memory of your face
A year later now, I'm still crying for you
Reliving each kiss, and the love that we knew
See the pain he put me through? One minute he's writing "I love Jessica" on his sneakers with a sharpie, and the next he's just forgetting I ever existed. 13-year-old boys blow.
Want more bad poetry? Come on, you know you want it. Here's Volume XXX.
* It was an hour drive
** French kiss in the pool
