Very Bad Poetry

She tells me it won't last,
But how in the world does she know?
Has she ever been in my situation?
No, nobody has,
Everyone's life is different,

I want to believe it will last forever,
Both my heart and mind say it will,
Endure through all the rough spots,
Promise me a life of happiness,
Nothing is fighting the Odds,

She pushes her way through my barriers,
Makes me spill my greatest secrets,
Then tells me my dreams are gone,
Wrecked, destroyed, flushed down the toilet,
I don't want to believe her,

This so-called "true love",
She says it's only a little thing,
Being apart makes the paths divide,
I poured out my thoughts to her,
Only to have them crushed to pieces,

Now I wish I could forget these words,
Put them into the section of my brain,
Along with "Clean your room", "Behave",
Throw them away, never to be remembered,
If only my mind were that of a child,

She explains how separation destroys,
Being isolated won't help the realtionship,
Tells me that the flame will flicker and die,
It was like a fresh shower,
Only to be drenched in mud two seconds later,

I love her to death and hate how she may be right,
I wish it could be revealed what would happen,
If only I knew, I could be at rest,
Not toss and turn at night in rushed curiosity,
All I can do is hope for the best thing to come my way...

Emily Jackson has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Emily's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Emily's latest works: