Rumors

The rumors, they fly, about both you and I.
In this ocean of emotions I wish there was
A potion to rid us of this notion that you and
Are together. Saying we're double causes lots
Of trouble for both you and I. Why oh why? I
Scream to the sky, my misery go's unlisted.
Oh, my girlfriend she questions me about it
No I will not pout, I will tear my hair out, as I
Wonder, who is spreading the rumors?

Author's Note

Please comment on how i can improve my poetry. I am twelve so keep the comments age appropriate to me. Thx!