rusted chain

Love and sorrow, mixed with hate. Thats what happens when you temper with fate. I used to love you and your aeropostale clothing. Now we can feel each other's loathing. I'm gonna breack the rusty chain that is our love. Because our love no longer has its doves. I'll break the chain, and run away. I'll do anything to get away, from this nightmare. To rid myself of the scare, which is you. The rusty chain, has just broken. Now a token of a love,never ment to be. A love of you and me. Dont you see? The chain has been shattered. Evendence of a love well battered, tatered and wrong. Our love, it's now a pain, it's truly, a rusted chain. 

Author's Note

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