Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XXXVII

This is one of my eighth grade masterpieces. It's about Chris Gallup, with whom I spent three glorious months, mostly at the roller rink. We broke up because he was flirting with some WHORE one night and I was mad. The next day, it occured to me that I may have overreacted, but he was all "Whatevs, bitch. You dumped me, remember?" Our love may not have lasted forever, but he taught me how to rollerskate backward, and I'll always have that.

Now You're Gone

I don't believe in love on sight
But when I first met you
I knew we'd be together
And think you felt it, too

The time we spent together
Was the best I ever had
But the happiness I felt is gone
And now, I'm only sad

I felt like i was losing you
And so I said goodbye
Then I tried to get you back
But our love had already died [Awkward!]

Now you're gone and I realize
I made such a big mistake
Now all I have to remind me of you
Is memories and heartache

You too can rollerskate backward, figuratively of course, to Volume XXXVI.