Poem. Comment Please, its for school and I need to know what people think

The love we had was like a like a badly draw heart.
Drawn by a toddler, but still meant to part.
First tries wont matter. The thought wont mean most.
Holding ‘till the end, so you wont make a toast.
The things you gave were sad and disheveled.
I’m just hoping I don’t have to stoop to your level.
We lost blood to each other, you gave me your will.
To bad our time together, wasn’t much of a thrill.