one of the first things i ever wrote that i was happy with...

I wish you could see the frustration
That I go through every time I think of you
And the price I?ve had to pay
For being the one to fall in love with you
So you ask me for another chance
When I?m the one left with our tragic past
All the reasons that I have to be with you
There?s two more why it?s no so I am through
Every sweet thing we had is now
A sour, bitter love turned to a routine screaming match
That I can?t take much more and I won?t fight anymore
So I think back now to the days gone by
With you, me, and the beach from last July
The ocean roars a golden loin?s pride
With the yellow sun in a beautiful summer sky
Why you cried the night when we made love
In the waves of heated sand beneath our clothes
I can?t stop hanging onto you, our life
And the night I kissed your soft, warm belly twice
Once for you and the life within you
I met you after work in a hospital room
Where the doctor said there?s something wrong
I held you crying in my arms all night
And the day we buried our unborn son good-bye
After that it wasn?t easy
Our lives went mourn and get really crazy
The painful late nights I spent at the bar
Thrashed myself sick and threw-up in the car
Your Prozac sleeping pills I found in the basement
How you took them down so sick and tragic
I couldn?t bring myself to help you do it
So I hired a shrink to help us through this
We acted happy and worked together
To put the past away and move on forward
But those days are few and far between
Finally we snapped and the fighting screamed
It got so bad I thought we?d kill each other
So I moved out and home to California
To visit my ma and get my life together
Its been six months since I saw you last
Till you rang the phone and asked me back
I said no and that I?d better go
Our lives must move on down these separate roads
You began to cry as we said our goodbyes
It was time to put to rest all we had in
The end of last July

Wow, I like this AND! it would make a great country song!

country song eh?  i'm rock & roll myself

What particular style of poetry is this in? I found reading it outloud fairly akward. Poetry I know doesn't have to rhyme, but occasionaly it does making the proceeding lines sound uneven.

I like the overall story to it, though. But where's the pattern?

i dunno what kinda of poetry it is.. i just wrote it and liked it enough to post it.