I Should Not Stop For Love

(with respect to Emily Dickinson)

I should not stop for Love,

For He always hurts me so.

Causing me to care for that jock,

Sitting in the front row.

Slowly He punctured my heart,

Made me think I stood a chance.

I tried my best and gave my all,

But I didn't get a second glance.

The days have passed and turned to months.

The months, they have turned to years.

And now He's back, taking control,

Changing the one I hold dear.

The Jock, again, is chosen by Him,

And I grimace in dismay.

I remember the pain he previously caused,

But I slowly begin to be swayed.

Though I don't like it, the Jock is back,

And he begins to rule my heart.

I have become emotionally and physically drained;

Rejection and disgrace have left their mark.

The Days are growing shorter, and

Since Love's fateful bite,

I'm dying of want and loneliness,

Which I can no longer fight.

A/N: I wrote this for an assignment in my English class. It turned out rather well, so I thought I'd post it on here, since I haven't posted anything on here for a while. Enjoy.