Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XXXIII

Awhile back, I was chatting with First Love and the subject of my bad poetry came up. I mentioned that despite the volumes upon volumes of bad poetry I wrote about him from 8th grade to 11th grade, I've never posted it. Partly because he reads the blog, which is a double dose of embarrassment because I barely showed him any of it at the time. Also, even though he's just a character in a blog with a nickname, I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He said, "Oh, please. I don't care. Just don't post any of my old love letters."

Now, people. I've reached something of a crossroads with the bad poetry. Everything left after this poem is so embarrassing I seriously don't know if I can go there. That's right, this is the least embarrassing of the poetry. So I either have to get over it, or start posting "Bad poetry I wrote in college," which was mostly written under the influence of marijuana and was in some cases very very very feminist. Might be amusing. I'll decide next Friday.

Anyway, without further ado, I present a First Love break-up poem, written after our first break-up in 8th grade:

All Because of Love

Yesterday
A time when I could laugh and smile
And feel the joy of a child *
All because of love

Yesterday
A time when you were there for me
And I had no insecurity
All because of love

Yesterday
A time when all my dreams came true
And I owed it all to you
All because of love

Now
That happiness has disappeared
My smiles have turned to tears
And my dreams have given way to childish fears

... All because of love **

* I WAS 13
** Never underestimate the power of a dramatic pause

Hungry for more of my bad poetry? Gobble up Volume XXXII. I accept no responsibility for food poisoning.