Rhymes must show

What started off as me coming to turns with my girlfriend breaking up with me turned into a poem I wrote to try and win her back.

A day of snow tells me to say Farewell, you must know, that I am in despair. I must let go.

   the rhymes must show, all of the emotion, along with my notion, that i still care.

   I'm still giving you a prayer.  I stare into the snow filled sky, I realize, I don’t want to say goodbye.

Now staring into your eyes, I can only realize, why I can’t say goodbye.

   A year and a half of wishing, resolve in this. No more kissing, no more bliss.

   My wish has changed. Fate has arranged us to separate. It’s true, I want to dedicate

   my time to you. But, the rhymes must show, you don’t feel the same. You used cupids bow and took aim.

Though you hit your mark, you forgot the bow only worked one way. Yea, There was a spark, and yes, I tried working it into a fire each day. With no clue something else was lurking, the flame had risen. The rhymes must show, that I kept the flame in a prison.

Why?

I thought you were scared of fire. No. As much as I desire your touch, I'll be the first to admit, It might've been too much.

Having a guy you didn't need was a little over enough. It could only even lead to an ending. Of course it's been tough, It's been more than rough. I wish I forgot how to measure the span of time. Maybe then this rhyme wouldn't matter. Alas, we've  scattered. The rhymes show what I'm willing to do, just to be with you. To throw away any thing I did wrong. I guess the point of this is asking, would you come along?

I know you're busy, I am too. I know the thought of me makes you dizzy, just try something new. A new view. A view of me and you. Imagine it, I do. I've called you up, invested my time, just say you belong to me, it could only ease a mind.

The rhymes must have shown, how I've thrown down my time, to write rhyme after rhyme. Each typed to the simple light of my phone. I have to admit, these actions I would never condone. I would say she isn't worth the trouble. Well here I am, breaking through my rubble, to realize some girls are worth the trouble.

Author's Note

I color coded the words that rhymed so I knew where to add emphasis while speaking the poem.
I didn't follow any rhythm eithur so yea....