Oh, and the real situation wasn't quite as bad as the poem painted it, as is often the case when you're a teen. I was just going through some real angst.
Anyway, here's the poem.
Sonnet: Dropped from the Sky...Sort Of (Me, Fall 2002)
He gave me wings that set my hopes aflight.
I flew there, thinking that he would stay near.
This hope I lived upon, whe'er day or night
Until his real intent for me was clear.
He dropped me, and I landed on my butt,
And then he left, but I knew what would come,
For I'd forgive him and look like a nut
And then he'd look upon me like a bum.
Why I forgive him remains a myst'ry.
To live without him seems hopeless, I guess.
I keep him here, knowing his history
But knowing that through him my life's a mess.
Forgiveness for all can't be right at all,
Yet keeping him here helps my heart to stall.
In other news, I'm now scrobbling Grooveshark to Last.fm with a Greasemonkey script. Hell yes. :D