This poem I wrote during my first encounter with heartache...

"To The Test"

Too much on my mind to not jot it down,
Caught up in a screwed up plot,
Will it stop,
Now that an inevitable change is coming?
Will running from my fears
Steer me in a clear direction?
Mere affection for a sincere person,
Had my head in a cloud,
God made me not allowed,
To experience love_
With the one I crave to pleasure,
An inate treasure,
Put my heart to the measure,
What do I do to get her?
Should I let her move on?
Or is my head not screwed on tight enough,
Too loose to lose the dime,
I'm doomed to a fate not unlike my past,
I feel it in the calf...
Knees weak,
Please speak to me,
It teases me to smoke trees
To relieve me,
Took green to deceive me,
Into thinkin easy,
About the feeling deeply,
Kept from the world to see,
In the core I'm like the rest of them,
Searching for the crescent gem,
The effort I've spent,
Tryin to defend a dime,
Ten on the scale of mine,
A male tryin to derail
A stale state of mind,
I failed to cradle her,
Let time fade with her,
Even the poem made for her,
Couldn't persuade her
To give the other a rest,
And put me to the test.

I think thats long enough...it goes on but I won't bore anyone, if anyone even reads it. Please criticize! I need insight!