Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XXXII

No one inspired me to write more bad poetry than my first boyfriend, Satan. This was right after we broke up, when he was trying to convince me to give him another chance, and I was still feeling a little warm and fuzzy toward him. I was 15 at the time, and uh, experimenting with free verse.

We watched the night sky and waited for a star to appear. When it did we each made a wish,

You wished for forever but I knew we'd never have it,

So I wished for the summer, one perfect summer where we could love each other and share our happiness. That's all I asked for.

But my wish never came true.

And now when I gaze at the sky on a hot summer night, I see the stars shining as my star lays shattered on the ground,
along with laughter and tears,
my hopes and my fears,

And memories of our love.

Yeah. I don't know what was going on there with the commas, either. I mean, what? Anyway, if that didn't quench your thirst for bad poetry, take a big sip of Volume XXXI.